AN- Hey guys, another chapter here. Like I said in the last chapter, I haven't much time to write due to school, but I will try to update as often as I can. Anyways, remember to R&R, and I hope you enjoy!
You Win or You Die
King's Landing- Atticus was not in a situation he wanted to be in. He had cut down two gold cloaks, and found himself back to back with Lord Eddard. The older man stabs one of the Queen's personal guard before turning to Atticus.
"Where is Sansa?" Ned asks loudly, so he can be heard over the fighting. Atticus looks around, but can not seem to find the girl.
"I don't know." Atticus answers, parrying an attack from a gold cloak, before lobbing his head off with Brightroar. Ned makes his way forward, cutting a path towards the throne. Atticus notices and goes to help him, only to be stopped when a guard stabs him in his left arm with a spear. Atticus groans and breaks the spear with his right arm and kicks the guard in the knee, creating an audible crack. Atticus places Brightroar on his back and pulls out his arming sword.
"Good thing I took Arya's advice." He thinks to himself. He kills the guard who stabbed him by slicing his throat. Ned, meanwhile, cuts through man after man on his way to his target.
"Joffrey!" He yells angrily as he gets closer. The boy king cowers on top of his throne as Eddard fights past more guards. One of the men gets lucky and slashes the Lord of Winterfell in the back, causing him to fall to one knee. Joffrey smiles at this, but the happiness fades when Eddard stands back up and kills the guard, before continuing towards the boy king. Joffrey frantically grabs for his crossbow, and aims at Eddard. He squeezes the trigger of the weapon, and the bolt hits Ned in the gut, causing him to stumble back. He recovers slowly, and walks faster towards Joffrey, who fearfully tries to reload. Ned pulls the crossbow away, and uses it to strike Joffrey in the face. He then grabs him by the throat, and pushes him against the Iron Throne. Ned squeezes the boy's throat, and raises the sword into the air.
"No... don't!" Joffrey manages to say. Eddard goes to bring his sword down, but is stopped when Meryn Trant buries his sword into his leg, causing him to release a gasping Joffrey. Ned screams and hits the knight in the face with the pommel of his sword, breaking his nose. Eddard is then hit in the side by Ilyn Payne. Ned collapses to the floor, clutching his wound.
"Lord Eddard!" Atticus yells when he sees this. He attempts to makes his way over to help, but is stopped when a guard slashes the left side of his face. Atticus falls to the ground. He turns and sees the royal executioner making his way over to Ned. He is intercepted by the Hound, who cleaves through him like it was nothing. He leans down and picks up Lord Eddard, and slings him over his shoulder.
"Get up Atticus! We're leaving!" Sandor yells. Atticus nods and stands up. He and what is left of his men fight their way out of the hall. As they make it to the door, Atticus notices Joffrey's crown at his feet. He picks it up, and examines at it, before chucking it at Joffrey. It lands at his feet, and rolls to a stop.
"Mark my words Joffrey! You will burn in the seventh Hell for what you have done! This debt will be paid!" He yells as he exits the keep. Joffrey, still grabbing at his throat, looks down at the crown. He goes to pick it up, but it slips from his grasp. He glares at it and starts to shake with fury. Cersei looks over the carnage, and notes how even though he was outnumbered, Atticus and his men killed more than they did. She also sees her son's anger, and can't help but not ignore how insane he looks.
"What have we done?" She thinks to herself.
Casterly Rock- Arya jolts her eyes open, and looks around her room. She is in her bed, a small sliver of moonlight coming from the window let her know it is nighttime. She makes no noises as she reaches for her head and finds that her forehead was bandaged. She winces as she touches where she thinks her cut is, and slowly turns her head towards the light. She sees a pitcher of water, and reaches for it. It is just out of reach, and she curses to herself.
"Hello?" She says, only for her voice to be very quiet. When she speaks, she feels pain in her throat, as if it is dry as a desert. She reaches for the pitcher again, but only manages to knock over one of the cups next to it. The resulting shattering of the glass causes a loud noise. The door opens and Jon walks in, trying to contain his amusement at watching his little sister.
"Couldn't have just asked for help, could you?" Jon says, walking over and pouring water for her. She drinks it quickly, as if she has been trapped in Dorne.
"I tried to, but my throat hurt." She says, her voice a bit louder. Jon smiles and lays a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. Arya smiles back at him.
"You gave us quite a scare, little sister." Jon says. Arya tries to sit up, but yelps as she feels the wound on her side.
"Is Atticus back with father yet?" She asks. Jon sighs and shakes his head.
"No, and if they were, both of them would be in this room, sitting next to you until you woke up." He says. Arya nods in agreement.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asks.
"About three hours, how are you feeling?" Jon says, noticing how Arya winces when she moves too much.
"I'm fine, just a little sore. Hey, how is Ellia?" Arya asks.
"She is fine. It turns out she has been trained to fight by her father. She said that if she wasn't wearing a dress she would have strangled Aurora." Jon says, causing Arya to laugh. Arya yawns and lays her head back.
"That's good, I should go talk to her." She says. Jon smiles and kisses her forehead.
"In the morning, after you finished sleeping." He says. Arya nods and closes her eyes. Jon stands up and goes to walk away. He turns back to say something, but Arya is already asleep. He chuckles, and closes the door slowly as he exits the room.
Goldroad, Westerlands- Atticus sits outside a makeshift tent he and his men made. His arm in a sling, and the left side of his face bandaged. Next to him, Sandor sits, mumbling to himself as he sharpens his sword.
"Atticus, come in here." A voice calls from the tent. Atticus walks in, and sees Ned, lying down, his chest covered with bandages.
"Yes Lord Eddard?" Atticus says, kneeling down so he is next to him.
"Just..Ned." Eddard says.
"Yes, Ned." Atticus responds. Ned chuckles at him, until the laugh becomes a terrible cough.
"Atticus, I don't think I have much time left." He says weakly. Atticus nods, knowing this is true.
"Do... do you me to do something?" Atticus asks. Ned nods slowly.
"You were always so clever. I should have believed you when you told me not to trust Baelish. Yes, I need you to do something for me. First, get me some paper and a quill." Eddard says. Atticus nods and grabs what is needed.
"What do you need me to write?" He asks. Ned reaches out and takes the paper from him.
"I'll write. I'm not dead yet. Besides, the only person who needs to see this is Jon." He says. Atticus hands him the quill, and Ned writes a letter quickly.
"What else do you need?" Atticus says. Eddard breaks into another fit of coughs before answering.
"I need you to promise me that you will keep my family safe, especially Arya ." Ned says, grasping Atticus's hand.
"I will, I promise." He says. Ned smiles at him.
"Thank you, Atticus." He says, and his arm goes limp. Atticus looks at him for a moment, making sense of the situation. He stands, and sighs, tears in his eyes.
"I will keep them safe." He thinks to himself, and picks up the letter that Lord Eddard wrote. He is tempted to read it, but shakes his head and puts it in his pocket.
Casterly Rock, a few days later- Arya finds herself in her dancing lessons, practicing with her wooden practice sword. Her injuries now mostly healed, she is able to parry strikes from Syrio.
"You are getting good. Soon I may actually have to try." Syrio jokes. Arya's first instinct is to charge at him, but she knows that is what he wants. She keeps on with her normal attacks, and smirks when she lightly taps her teacher on the leg.
"I think I am better than just good." She says. Syrio smiles and pushes her sword aside, causing her to loose her balance.
"Perhaps I will have to start trying at a later time." He says. Arya scowls at him. They are interrupted when Jon walks in.
"Arya, Atticus's party is approaching." He says. Arya drops her sword and follows him to the courtyard. They look on as the group approaches, but something about them causes Arya to feel worried.
"They look smaller than when they left." She says. Jon looks on as well, and sees what she is talking about. The group of fifty looks like it was cut in half. As the caravan arrives, Arya and Jon run up to them. They notice Atticus with his arm in a sling.
"Atticus, are you alright?" Arya asks. Atticus nods, a grim look on his face.
"Where are Sansa and our father?" Jon asks, afraid to know the answer. Atticus gulps before speaking.
"Sansa is still in King's Landing. And your father..." He trails off. Arya looks at him tears in her eyes.
"No,no,no,no,no." She says, as a wagon behind them stops moving. Jon slowly approaches, and peaks in side. His heart drops when he sees what is inside. Lord Eddard Stark, his father, dead. Tears roll down his cheeks as he turns to face Arya. She collapses to the ground, sobbing openly. Atticus looks on at them, and kneels down and comforts Arya.
"I'm sorry, sweet wolf." He says. Arya cries into his shoulder. Jon slams his fist angrily into the wagon.
"I'll kill them all!" He says pacing back and forth angrily. Arya looks up and shakes her head.
"Sansa is still in King's Landing, we can't do anything or they will kill her." She says. Atticus nods and Jon calms down a bit. One of the castle servants walks up nervously and hands a letter to Atticus.
"What is this?" He asks angrily.
"My Lord, Lord Tywin has ordered you to raise the ten thousand men he left behind in the Westerlands. He is coming here to retrieve them." The servant says. Atticus looks at the letter, and rips it up.
"If he wants me to raise ten thousand men, I will raise them. But they will not fight for Joffrey." Atticus says firmly. Arya and Jon look at him quizzically. Gerion walks up to Atticus, concern on his face.
"Atticus, if you fight Joffrey, you would be a rebel." He says. Atticus nods.
"Not helping Joffrey isn't rebellion." Atticus says, before turning and walking away.
Essos- Ser Jorah Mormant sits by the bed side of Daenerys Targaryen. She is asleep, after giving birth to a stillborn child. Due to her decision to use magic to save her husband's life, most of his horde has left, leaving only a forth of the original group. Dany opens her eyes, and sits up.
"Ser Jorah, where is my son?" She asks. Jorah sighs and tells her everything that has happened. She breaks down and cries, as the witch who was supposed to save her husband is brought in.
"You got what you wanted, a life for a life." The witch says. Jorah explains Drogo's vegetative state to Dany, who looks at the witch with contempt.
"You call that life? Why would you do this? I saved you!" Dany says. The witch cackles evilly.
"You saved me? By the time you found me, the horse lords had violated me more than once! You did..." She says, only to be cut off when Drogo enters. Everyone gasps as they see the Khal is alive and well.
"Moon of my life, is it true about our son?" He says in Dothraki, walking over to Dany. She nods sadly. The witch looks on, shocked by what the Khal is doing.
"How are you doing this? Your supposed to be in between life and death!"She yells, only to be knocked out by one of the Dothraki.
"We should burn his body, he is a Dothraki." Dany says, speaking of her son.
Later that night- Daenerys watches on as the witch is strapped to the funeral pyre. Her son's horribly deformed body lays next to her dragon eggs. As the pyre is set ablaze, Dany suddenly starts to walk forward. The pleas from Ser Jorah are not heard over the screaming of the witch, as she heads further into the flames
"Moon of my life!" Drogo yells, but is ignored as his wife is engulfed by the flames. The great Khal falls to the ground, as he watches everything he ever loved burn.
In the morning, the Khalasar look over the smoldering ashes of the funeral pyre. Jorah notices something moving in the ruins.
"Khal Drogo, look!" He says. Drogo looks up and sees Daenerys, covered in soot and her clothes burnt off, but unharmed. What amazes everyone present is the three baby dragons on her. One on her shoulder, another at her feet, and the third hovering in the air, screeching as loud as they can. The Khalasar all fall to their knees and kneel before her. Drogo walks up, and entraps his wife in a hug.
"We will take Westeros, for our children." Dany says, as the dragons circle around her. Drogo nods, and turns to face his Khalasar.
"For our children!" He screams, causing the Dothraki to cheer.
AN- Another Chapter done! Only took me twelves chapter to work Daenerys in. Anyways, remember to R&R, and I hope you enjoyed!