Hello! Long time no see, I know. Sorry about that... I've been thinking alot about this story and want I plan to do with it. I'll list my intentions at the end but know I have not abandoned this story. I've been doing ALOT of research and watching the show and Looking onto wiki's. My notes for this story go far and wide. I'm also adding family members to some Houses. If anyone has suggestions after reading the notes at the end of the story, please give them to me, I am more than willing to hear people out, and will give credit to the people with those ideas.

BTW I own nothing! Not Telltales or Game of Thrones!

~~Battle of Ironrath~~

Pain. Pain was the only thing Asher could feel as Harys sword was impaled into his gut. 'I'm not dead so none of my vital organs were-… ok, but damn if it doesn't hurt!' He thought hissing in pain. Harys started to slowly twist the blade grinning triumphantly. Asher could no longer stand for that. The great sword he carried in his right hand had already fallen away from him but the axe at his side would work. Asher took it out and aimed high. "Die, you bastard!" He yelled and hacked into Harys neck.

Asher grunted in pain and frustration as the axe didn't kill him. Harys's face contorted in pain and anger. He pushed the sword to its hilt causing Asher and him to fall to their knees. Asher raised his axe again and hit in the same spot. Harys let the blade as he coughed up blood. Asher, taking his chanced reached for his great sword and grabbed a fist full of Harys's hair. He lifted the blade to Harys mouth and impaled him all the way to his hilt; killing and beheading the bastard slowly and painfully.

Asher watched as Harys's body slumped to the floor. He dropped the head and glared down at the corpse. The sword in his gut still burned with pain at each movement he made. Slowly, Asher started to pull the blade from himself, carefully, hoping he does not do anymore damage.

The battle still raged around him, his plan had worked. Ludd lay dead in his hall. Although his mother was also dead thanks to the same poison. Tears prickled at his eyes, from pain or regret Asher didn't have time to wonder. Gryff had gotten away. That was not part of his plan.

The gates to his keep was cracking. All the noise going on and the only think Asher was hearing was the gate breaking. 'I hope the soldiers were able to get all the citizens out…' On that last thought the gate broke and Whitehill Soldiers came pouring in. Asher uses his sword to help him up. The stab in the back and the sword wound were finally taking it's toll. He stumbled toward to gate, he needed to find Gryff.

A Whitehill soldier came running at him, Asher was able to block him from taking his head but the soldier had more energy then him. He quickly countered attacked, cutting Asher across the chest and left arm. That caused Asher to stumbled back, and slump over using his sword to keep him up. Asher watched the soldier partway circle around him then come charging with victorious grin. Asher uses his weight to hit. Successfully cutting the soldier's arm off and then his head as the Soldier started to scream.

"Agh!" he yelled in pain; he was turning back to the gate another Whitehill soldier, much older then Asher, had stabbed him in the side with a short hand knife then tries to strike with his sword. Asher blocked it but was knocked to the ground. The soldier tried to impale his sword in Asher but he rolled out the way. Asher looked up ready to roll out the way again, but one of his own men stabs the other through the heart.

The man helped Asher up and get him steading on his feet. Asher's vision at that point was becoming blurring. "My Lord! We have to get you-" The poor man was unable to finish. Whitehill Soldiers had gotten on the wall of his keep. They then rained arrow's down on the battle field. Asher dodged most of them but was shot in the side and was knocked by a wagon. He watched as the men he had brought back with him were falling down to the arrows. Amaya was still fighting, having taken most of the soldiers down. One man attacked her from behind and cut her across the back. An arrow crippled her leg, one entered her gut and the last one killed her but going through her skull.

Asher felt his heart start to hammer, something wasn't right. He looked back to the gate and saw Gryff trot in on horseback. They stare at one another as he passes. Asher forced himself up to go after him but a dozen Whitehill soldiers stopped him. Asher was really starting to grow tired of the Whitehill's had their smiles. The vision blurred again and his head started to spin. He smiled at the soldiers.

"Iron from Ice!" He yelled closing his eyes, ready to die. The light shining through his eye lids, showing his life.

He see's his family as he left 5 years ago…

He remembered Ethan and Talia playing and singing him a new song. He remembered teaching them how to play, and dance. Then watched how they flourished.

He remembered the fun him and Rodrik would have… He remembered the fights, bruises, and lectures then got together.

He remembered Mira's books and sweet smile, teaching her to shot an arrow, her lightly freckled face and big blue eyes, chasing away boys that found her pretty. Well, all but Gared.

He remembered his mother's beautiful face the moment he first opened his eyes to the world, and saw the only time his father ever truly smiled at him. The love he knew was there behind his eyes.

He opened his eyes, a tear fell. The soldiers were still coming at him, 'I can't die…' he thought. Raising his sword to try. Just then a weight tackled into the side of the building. Taking the wall with them. Asher looks up doe eyed at Duncan. Duncan got off Asher and fended off a Whitehill that was in the building, killing him. Some of his men came in with horses. Duncan pulled Asher up.

"My Lord, we have to get you out of here!" Duncan said, letting Asher go. He nearly fell and would have if not for one of his men helping him. Duncan continued to take down Whitehill soldiers as the entered. "I'll be damned if I let another Lord die on my watch!" He finished off the last with some help and came back to Asher. Asher tried to move away.

"I ca- I can't run…" Asher said weakly, becoming dizzy again. Duncan had none of it. He forced Asher onto the back of a horse.

"You must Survive, Asher!" He grabbed the sides of Asher's face and made him look him in the eyes, "For the House, for your sisters. For all of us that fought this day!" Asher's tears fell. Duncan's word spoke true, but he was doubting himself again.

"I don't-" Duncan yelled to the soldier he was riding with to go, and off he was. He watched as his soldiers that fallowed fell to arrows, and watched as the dozen soldiers take down Duncan. The last thing he saw was Duncan getting pushed to the ground. He looked up to his rider and saw the arrow in the back of his head.

'Alone..' He dreaded that word.

"You are Asher Forrester!" Mira's voice said. "I trust you!" Asher was too weak to think anymore. He just listen to his sister's voice, and tried to hold on to the frightened horse.

~~King's Landing~~

Mira and Morgryn watched as Andros was beheaded. Morgryn still held Mira's uninjured hand. To make sure she didn't run or to show the fact that she was his, Mira didn't care. She watched Andros's head fall from the block and roll right up to her. She stared into his lifeless eyes. 'I want to kick it…' She thought but a group of street children beat her to the act. They used the head as a ball and no one seemed to care. Mira being one of them, 'It's more than that monster disserved…' Morgryn pulled her hand to his lips and kissed them. Mira, revolted, looked up to the man.

"What are you thinking?" he asked watching her. "Are you squeamish?" referring to Andros head.

"No, I just wish I could kick it…" He watched his face change to one of shock, 'I also what to do the same to you…' she thought.

"You like to surprise me don't you?" He smiled moving his hand to intertwine with hers. Mira watched, disgustedly. She kept her hand slacked as he squeezed it. She knew he was trying to put on a show of being loving towards her, but she just couldn't even try to pretend as well. She was dirty, tired, her hand felt hot and throbbed painfully under the handkerchief.

"Why are we here?" She asked, hoping that if she remain ignorant Rickard would lose interest and they would leave. "I want to take a bath…" she whispered, so he wouldn't hear. Oh, but he did. He chuckled and looked back to the stage.

"Soon. We have to watch the last one…" His smile made Mira cringe, she didn't want to see it. She looked off on the other side of Rickard to see Sera and Lord Tarwick staring at the execution stage. Tarwick looked over at Mira and gave a sad smile. He also held hands with Sera and she wept silently. Mira begged with her eyes, praying that Lord Tarwick would help, maybe even save Tom.

If only she could get over to him. 'Garibald Tarwick is well respected, people would believe him! He could protect me! Even Sera would insist!' She just needed to get to them. Mira broke eye contact to look up at Rickard, She just needed to think of a way to slip out of his grasp. Mira flexed her uninjured hand causing Rickard to look down to her.

"Yes?" He asked glaring at her suspiciously. His grip tightened. She flinch and looked down to their hands. She flexed again, but he wouldn't let go.

"M'-my hand is hot…" Mira panicked, 'He won't believe that!' She kept her head down but looked up to him. The classic puppy dog stare her mother would say.

Mira only ever made a face like this when she was in trouble. She believe that her punishment would be lighter if she looked at her mother and father like that. Didn't often work on Lady Elissa but her father was a sucker for that look.

Rickard glared down, clearly not amused. His grip loosened but never left. He was ignoring her then as he looked back to the stage again. He smiled and pulled her in front of her so she could see. "Ah! Look whose last!" He whispered in her ear. Mira saw Tom being pushed up the stages stairs toward the block. She looked down not wanting to see. "Tisk-tisk Darling! You must watch!" He gentle turned her face to look. "That could have been you…"

Mira's heart hammered in the chest. She felt like it's burst from her chest any second. Her legs grew weak and Rickard's hands upon her shoulders were the only anchor that kept her from falling.

Tom finally stood before the block, he was bruised and one eye was swollen shut. Mira felt tears behind her eyes. 'Oh Tom, I'm sorry…' Tom's good eye scanned the crowd. When they fell on Mira he smiled hopefully. The dam Mira held almost broke, she didn't blink as she and Tom stared at each other.

A man, dressed finely, stepped up next to Tom. He held a large scroll as he spoke. "This boy has been charged with murdering a loyal servant of the king!" His voice was stern, well-practiced, Mira thought to herself. "Who here bears witness to his crimes?" The man paused staring at the on lookers.

Rickard raised his hand, Mira nearly lost her footing, "My betrothed can speak to them!" Mira felt the tears starting to break away. To anyone that watched them she looked like a traumatized girl. She was shaking as Tom and the man's stare fell to her.

"Is this true, my Lady?" he asked softly seeing her shaking and teary eyed. Tom looked at her with such hope, Mira froze. They stared and when Tom's face fell from hope to shocked despair Mira's soul shattered. The tears fell so hotly and as she tried to speak all that was heard was hic-ups in place of her word. She nodded and placed her face in her hands. Rickard turned her to face him as she cried freely into his chest. She heard Tom.

"M-m-my Lady!" He was begging. She could hear Tom being pushed down into the block. "Lady Mira, please!" Rickard nudged her to turn and watch. The man stepped back.

"Then in the name of the king. I sentence you to die." Tom struggled and two guards were forced to restrain him. Mira just stared at Tom, he was begging her again, yelling that it's not right, for her help. Rickard pulled her by the shoulder. To others he looked like a man that truly loved and wanted to protect her.

The sword was risen. The sun shown off it's blooding blade blinding all it's on lookers. Everyone heard the blade cut the air as it descended and Tom's last word were whispered against its sound.

Tom's head was clean gone, it didn't roll away like Andros. Mira's tear stopped then as Tom's lifeless eyes stared at her. She knew what she had done will forever fallow her like a ghost. A sin she will carry for all eternity.

The crowd quickly dispersed. Rickard's hands left her shoulders and he started off. "Come along, Mira." She looked over to him. He looked back and grinned sickeningly at her. "We have a busy day ahead…" At that very moment Mira glared at the most evil being to walk this world with her. He was worse than the Whitehills. She wanted him dead, no she NEEDED him dead. Her marrying him would bring his death, if only in time she knew. He may think that his little Mira was just talk back at the cells but if Mira was anything, she was determined and willful. Which soon Rickard will find out just how much of a handful she can be.

They stared at one another, the air between them crackled. War was coming. She slowing walked towards him, seamlessly defeated. He grinned triumphantly and turned from her to continue his stroll.

What was left of Little Mira's soul burned with a passion so hot it made her body shake with rage. It was unlike anything she has ever experienced. 'I will bring you down Rickard… Just you wait.' She smiled as she fallowed his form into the streets of King's Landing.

~~North-East of Ironrath~~

Asher was going in and out of conscience as the horse trotted along the path. The dead soldier long since fallen off the animal gave Asher room to move up and sit on the horse properly. He looked back and saw the white horses backside covered with his blood. His vision blurred again and his head spun causing Asher to fall off the horse. Said horse trotted away a bite but stopped after realizing his rider wasn't on any longer. He moved off into the grass to graze and wait for his master.

Asher tried, with what little strength he had, to push off the ground. His whole body shook with the effort, but betrayed him. Asher lay on the ground and stared at the horse. 'It can't end… not like this…' Vision blurred again and he could no longer fell the pain, as his eyes grew heavy.

"Rodrik, I'm sorry..." He whispered to the ruined forest around him. "Mira… I-" Asher fell unconscious before he could finish his mumblings.

My intended notes that I will show (not all will be here because I need to surprise and shock you all with something or another lol)

*Gregor will have an older sister that wants to rule Ironrath even if Mira has to marry one of her children (Mira's cousins)

* Mira will have great conflict with her cousins (and just about everyone that wants to make her marry them or into the family)

* She will find a way to hide Ryon from others. (to protect him from being killed)

* Normal Forresters only share the secret of the Ironwood with the males of the family, Mira is the exception, do to an event which will remain a secret for now.

(Ryon is to young to know yet, he was set to begin his lessons on his 10th brithday)

*Elaena will become pregnant (Rodick's) and be forced to marry a Whitehill before she starts to show. (they won't end up finding out till later)

*Rickard will have his whole family introduced

*Also planning to have the Glover's introduced

*Torrhen Whitehill will be in the story alot

* He will have two bastard children

*Rickard and Mira will attend Sera's wedding (with His family)

*The story might branch out into two, with different endings (which means the title of the story will change) (Not decided yet but likely)

So this will be all for now, I Hope you like it and please, I love reviews and will take whatever is thrown at me. Ideas too. I'm open minded lol Oh! And remember I own nothing!

I hope to hear from you all and to get the next part up within the next month or so. Sorry it takes so long to update!