Brandon Stark;
A dungeon is the last place that I thought I would end up in when I set out to get justice. My sister at the mercy of the young dragon and I at the mercy of the elder, the old gods must be laughing at the Starks.
When I received word of my sister's abduction, my blood boiled. I regretted not doing anything when that silver ponce crowned Lyana, and my sister paid the price. I had decided then to not hold back, yet I was not stupid.
I met with Elbert, the eldest of all my friends, and asked for his help. He came along with his squire Kyle Royce. We thought with the heir to Vale of Arryn, his squire, and sons of various lords with me, the heir to North, King Aerys would be forced to punish Rhaegar and see to it that my sister is returned safely.
As we made our way to the Capital, we started hearing various rumors, one of them being my sister's death at the hands of the prince. I ripped the tongue of the person who said that. I know it was not true, but it increased my urgency and hatred for the prince.
At last, we reached the Capital and are yet denied a private meeting with the King. We forced ourselves to the court, my wrath was at its peak, and the sight of the King mocking us sitting on the throne only served to anger me more.
I demanded the presence of Rhaegar and for him to face justice. It was only when Elbert held me by my shoulders did I understand my folly. The courtiers were shocked; some were mocking us behind their covered mouths and the king's lickspittles were calling for our death. I looked again to the King and found a man much more deranged than the one I had seen at Harrenhal.
He was laughing as if he found some amusing prey, he was still laughing when he ordered us arrested. How could he? Was he not supposed to honor our house's loyalty? Was he not supposed to look for the daughter of his Lord Paramount? Is this how they repay our centuries of service? If it was not for Elbert taking my sword earlier and holding me back, I would've cut down that madman and hunted down his son on my own.
That was almost a week ago. Now in the dungeon thirsty and weakened, my thoughts once again drifted to my family. Ned, now almost a man-grown, Ben who wanted to be a knight, and Lyana my sweet sister. Oh, how can I face my father without her? And sometimes my mind wandered to the night in Harrenhal, of a woman that captured my heart. These are the only things that kept me alive despite the lack of light and food.
For the past few days, my companions' voices from the cells began to disappear one by one. I prayed they were just too weak to speak and still holding on, but I know deep in that they are no more. This only increased my wrath and made my blood boil, but unlike last time, my anger is now burning silently like my father's. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps coming toward me. A gaoler and his assistant came up to my entrance, knocking on the bars to seemingly wake me up.
" Are you comfortable there milord? or do you need anything?" the man's rough voice helped me locate him in the darkness. "Do tell this lowly one if anything is required, milord. " another voice jeered at me.
The gaoler slowly opened the door and came inside followed by his assistant. I glared at them silently. They started unlocking my chains. I grunted in pain when they roughly removed the shackles disregarding the blisters formed on my skin near them.
" We will miss you here milord. It seems you are going up." one of the men said as they pulled me up by my shoulders. It seems my time has come. The thought brought a strange strength to my body. " Face death without fear" I remembered my father telling me while he beheaded a man. The other man brought my hands forward tying them together in chains. I was then led up from the dungeon. I closed my eyes upon seeing light after a long while. The jailer roughly handed me to another man in armor. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that man is in black armor with the red three-headed dragon painted on the breastplate. "Lord Brandon, the King has called for you, the court is waiting." the young man said in a smooth voice. Hearing that I squared my shoulders and schooled my face, I will face this with the pride and honor of a Stark,