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It's a long one, longest by far yet. Hope you like it:
Chapter 4 - Against A Wall
The rest of the evening Varys spent filling Nieve in on everything he'd gather in his years spying in Kings landing. He had agreed with Nieve that if she were to fully understand the wall, she'd need to know the history's of the men living there. Once she'd felt she'd gather enough intelligence, she excuses herself.
"I have a meeting with a friend." And she was off before Varys could stop her.
It was very late, but she knew she would still find her, practising, waiting just in case Nieve showed.
…
Arya sits waiting as usual by the docks. She looks bored and disappointed, tapping Needle against a rock.
"You know, an assassin's no good with a dulled blade." Nieve says from behind her.
But Arya isn't in the mood, "Where have you been?"
"I told you. Tending to my revenge."
Arya softens up then. "Is the imp dead then? What did it feel like?"
"It didn't feel like anything because I didn't kill him."
"Why not?" Arya looked furious. No doubt she wanted as many Lannister dead as much as Nieve.
"We struck an agreement instead." Nieve says, rationally.
"What agreement?"
"Afraid I can't tell of yet."
Arya snapped, "You can be a right shit, you know that!"
"Oh, grow up, Stark! Is this your revenge or mine?!"
Arya says nothing but her glare doesn't let up.
Nieve continues, attempting reason. "Killing him wouldn't have made a difference-"
"-Not what your always telling me-"
"-because he wasn't the one responsible for my father's death. Tywin was. Cersai was. And the Mountian. You're the one with the list, surly you understand that revenge is only served on the ones responsible."
"So why haven't you killed them then?"
"Because my family is at war with the Lannisters. They wouldn't want me coming between that. I don't want to come between that. And thanks to
Tyrion; Tywin's already dead."
Arya's eyebrows raise in shock, but she composes herself quickly. The way she'd taught herself. "So what? He takes your revenge from you and now you're in his dept?"
Nieve shakes her head. "My revenge? His revenge? We all have vendettas. Not all justice is executed by our hand. You had Joffrey on your list did you not? Did you poison him?"
Arya doesn't respond.
"No," Nieve answers for her, "but you sure felt better knowing the bastard was dead, right?"
Arya is quiet. But she knows Nieve is right.
"Good." Nieve says aggrievedly, "Now shall we move on to the training?"
But Arya isn't done, "What was the agreement?"
"Arya-"
"- you said I tell you things about myself and in exchange you do too! That was our arrangement."
You hadn't quite been honest about Gendry though, had you? Nieve thought spitefully. But she didn't bring it up. She couldn't tell her Gendry might be in the city, get her hopes up. He could be gone, or worse dead. Nieve didn't want to be the barer of bad news. She didn't want Arya to endure another loss, she was too young to know such suffering.
"We're long past arrangement's Arya - we're friends. So trust me, I'll tell you everything tomorrow, Arya, I promise. Right now, I'm trying to protect you."
"I don't need your protection."
"Then what the seven hells have I been doing with you all these weeks, then?"
Arya glares.
"Just trust me. By tomorrow you'll know everything."
Arya agreed reluctantly.
So damn stubborn. Nieve draws her blade, and Arya stands in stance, Needle in hand. Nieve strikes unexpectedly, but Arya is ready for her. Blocking her attack over and over.
"Now remind me who you are?" Nieve says, no holding back with her swipes with her sword.
Arya blocks again. "A facelessman in training", she huffs.
"Good." Nieve ducks and swipes her leg to take out Arya's balance. "Now who are you really?"
Arya jumps, missing the swipe just in time. "I'm Arya's stark. Daughter to Lord Eddark stark of Winterfell. My mother, father and brother were killed by the Lannisters. My sister is missing. So are Bran and Rickon. And Jon is at the wall. As far as I know."
Nieve's thoughts wondered to the vision of the blue flower clinging to the wall. Arya takes her shot whilst Nieve is distracted.
"Yes!" She celebrates, having for the first time nicked Nieve's hand. The blood seeps out.
"Well done." Nieve says unimpressed. "One cut to the fifty I've given you."
Arya rolls her eyes. "Your just bitter cos got you."
Nieve grins. "Then come get me again, stark!"
…
Nieve tried to sleep the rest that night but dreams were more vivid than ever. It was the three headed dragon. She knew the true meaning of the vision, but her dreams still mocked her, as this time the dream changed. Only slightly. But this time, she saw Arya standing under the giant beast. She was crying. She was angry. Needle drawn and pointing to a threat that Nieve could not see. It looked like Arya was protecting the dragon. Arya lashed forwards with the blade, realising that what she was protecting the beast from, was Nieve…
Nieve woke with a start. Panting, dripping sweat. She sat up, taking deep breaths and places her bare feet on the cold stone floor. Nieve rubs her eyes, frustrated.
She hopes that dream was simply all it was; a dream. No premonition, or vision. But it felt different from the ones she had most nights. It felt foggy and uncertain.
Nieve stares at the pale light glowing from the window. At least the sun would rise soon.
No going back to sleep now. She sighs.
…
"Up!" Nieve storms into the brothel chamber, "Get up. Now."
Clea was still half asleep, and Tyrion woke grumbling, he evidently had been drinking again, Nieve had smelt the stench from the doorway. He lay strewn half naked on the bed, face down in Clea's bosoms.
"I don't believe my time is up yet." His voice muffled.
Nieve knew Clea would be annoyed to find her driving away her customers, but she knew Clea had always been slow in the mornings. She wouldn't catch on until they were gone.
"Oh didn't you know? Clea doubles her charge with overnights."
Tyrion blinks in shock and swiftly turns to Clea, "It has been an absolute pleasure my dear, but duty calls." He jumps out of the bed, picks up his shirt quickly and exits with
Nieve, only to quickly dash back into the room again.
"What are you doing?" Nieve hisses urgently from the corridor.
"Forgot the wine." He calls after Nieve. "An absolute pleasure." he says again to a confused Clea, and then exits again in a hurry, wine in hand.
Nieve and Tyrion walk briskly down the corridor. Tyrion finally comes to his senses, realising what Nieve said was a lie to drive him out of bed.
"That was a mean trick." Is all he mumbles.
Nieve tries to hold in her laughter, but fails.
Tyrions rolls his eyes, and swigs the wine bottle, mumbling at her again, "I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with you."
…
Nieve and Tyrion meet with Varys in the lower town. Tyrion hadn't sobered up anymore than Nieve expected of him, and Nieve hadn't stopped threatening Tyrion anymore than he'd expected of her. Varys tried to diffuse the tension as usual, but was more focused on the plan with Gendry:
"…He's most likely cautious of those from King's Landing, and especially of Lannisters." Varys gives Tyrion a stern look as they walk down the street. They're a couple of stalls away from the Blacksmiths now. "He doesn't suspect us to know anything, but he'll probably recognise Lord Tyrion. So, I recommend a little decorum-
"-Yes, yes. We get it. 'Don't drive the bastard away.' Got it." Tyrion says boredly. And he walks head of the two and right into the Blacksmiths.
Nieve and Varys curse and dash after him.
The smiths is empty, all except for a young man, hammering at a breast plate. He doesn't notice the three enter the shop.
"Hey you." Tyrion barks at the boy "Yeah you, the bastard prince. Where could I get dwarfian armour? Apparently the Dornish are now after me too."
Nieve cringes, Dear gods, The man had less tact and subtly than me!
Gendry gives a double take. "Your Tyrion lannister!" he says in disbelief.
"The infamous imp. Yes, it's me. And your the King's bastard that just won't die."
Gendry looked worried, he shakes his head, "I'm just a smith." He lies.
Varys steps in swiftly, "Don't worry, dear boy. We're all friends among us."
"Haven't you heard?!" Tyrion mocks again, "The queen regent wants my head - something about killing her son…"
Gendry blinks.
Nieve glares at Tyrion. She shouldn't have let him keep the wine, he was going to ruin everything.
"What he means to say is we're not here to harm, but help." she adds, calmly. "This is Lord Tyrion, Lord Varys. And I'm Nieve."
Gendry blushes at her. Most men who met Nieve did. Nieve found it came in handy…
Gendry clears his throat, realising he was staring. "What is it you want from me?" He continues pounding with the hammer.
Varys speaks loudly, "We know of your real birth status. We need you to find a way to prove your royal claim."
"We need any information that you've got, maybe something can be provided as evidence against the Lannister's tyranny." Nieve pleads.
Gendry stops hammering. "But What if I don't want to be a king?"
Tyrion huffs, "Then you're a wasted trip, good bye-" he turns to walk out.
But Nieve grabs him by the back of the collar like a child misbehaving. "-Wait! Gendry. Just hear us out." She requests.
Gendry shakes his head. "How can I even trust you?"
Nieve pauses. She didn't want to have to tell them all of Arya but she could think of no other motive.
"I believe you know a friend of mine. Arya stark."
Gendry's face lights up. "Is she alive?"
Nieve nods, "She's well and safe, and more of a fighter than ever."
She could feel Varys and Tyrion's eyes on her in disbelief. But Nieve ignores them and continues.
"She'd want to see you. And I gather you'd want to see her. But only if you listen to Varys here. He'll explain everything. And he'll give you a choice. And then you make up your mind. No force, no judgement on whatever you choose. Just hear us out, and then I'll tell you were to find Arya."
Gendry still looks in awe at the thought of Arya, "Does she know I'm here?" he asks hopefully.
"No. I didn't want to get her hopes up if you were dead. She'd be so happy to see you again." Nieve walks closer to the young man, offering him a hand. "Do we have a deal?"
Varys looks at Nieve with a slight admiration. Tyrion seems otherwise uninterested and unimpressed. But the only approval Nieve seeks is Gendry's.
He takes her hand. Nieve exhales in relief.
"Okay, me and Tyrion will leave you two to it." She grabs the imp by the collar again.
He shakes her off. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Fancy being the quarter man?" Nieve threatens.
"Great meeting you, Gendry. Hope you accept our proposal!" And Tyrion stumbles drunkly out of the shop with Nieve.
…
"What was all that nonsense about Arya stark?"
Tyrion and Nieve sit at a table in a tavern, nearby the blacksmiths. Nieve didn't bother stopping the Lannister from draining cup after cup. Maybe this way he'll kill himself.
"What nonsense?" Nieve says' absentmindedly, she had he eyes on the entrance waiting for Varys to arrive with Gendry's decision.
"She's been missing for months, you don't know where she is." He challenges.
"Maybe I do, Lannister. But I'm more concerned with your little act back there." Her eyes come to glare at the drunken Lord. "You almost cost us Gendry's trust. You can't introduce yourself like that!"
Tyrion makes a sickly burp, "Why the hell not? I was just being honest and direct."
"You were the hand to the King, you must know how to play the game." Nieve looks at him in disgust.
"Fuck the game! I won't dance around the gravestones any longer." He raises his cup, before preceding to empty it down his throat.
Nieve shakes her head, "Well I hate to break it to you, but your still playing."
"Yes but not by their rules, not anymore." He pours himself another glass.
I don't know how he does it. Nieve thought. Then she realised she doesn't know why he does it. She looks at Tyrion - properly looks at him - and she see's what she saw when she first met him; a broken man.
"What happened to you?" she says softly.
He places the bottle down, "Everyone told me I was born a monster. Pretty soon I came to believe it too."
Nieve shakes her head, "No, no, no. This is more than that. This is more than the self pitying, "I'm-a-monster-shit"."
Tyrion glares at her for that. But Nieve ignores him, determined.
"What happened to you? What drove you to kill your father?"
He sways in his chair. "I don't owe you that."
"You took my revenge, you owe me an explanation."
Tyrion's eyes land on her, all sarcasm, all defence gone. He sighs. "I made the treacherous error that I'd once made before." He takes another gulp. "I fell in love."
Nieve didn't expect that answer, but all made sense as to why this man was so broken.
"I presume it didn't end well."
"I found her in my father's bed. And then I killed her." He says, eyes fixed on the cup in front of him, tears threatening to overflow.
Nieve felt a rare pang of guilt and pity. "I'm sorry." She says genuinely.
Tyrion blinks back his tears, and yells angrily at Nieve, "Why would you give a shit? All you do is kill, or try to anyway!"
The guilt and pity is gone, Nieve is up and has Tyrion's arm in a lock before he could realise it. His head smacks onto the table.
"That's right imp, all I do is kill, so you better watch your mouth." Nieve doesn't care that the eyes of the tavern are on them.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." Tyrion winces.
Nieve releases him. She sits back down. The conversations around the tavern continue.
"For the record, I don't try." Nieve mutters, "When I want to kill someone, I always succeed."
Tyrion takes another sip and massages the ache from Nieves hold in his arm.
They sit quietly for a while. Nieve watches him sadly. "You have no anger left do you?"
Tyrion laughs cynically, "This is what happens when you achieve your vengeance, Sand. Take a good look."
Nieve grumbles, "I don't know what Varys sees in you."
"He's a loyal friend, but I can assure that's all he is-"
And back to the wise comments. Nieve groans.
"-Wasn't what I meant, and you know it." Nieve's eyes roll. "Listen I'm not gonna tell you to put down the bottle and get your fucking personal shit together. That's your choice. But Varys chose us. We could help people; from corrupt kings, from the dark night. This is more important than your self pity."
"And why are you so taken all of a sudden with Varys cause?" His eyes narrow on Nieve, "You abandoned your vendetta. Disappointed your father."
"Maybe." It was something she felt guilty about too. "But I know my revenge will come in time." She says, more certainly than she feels.
Tyrion meets her eye's again. This time he expresses the pity, "That's something your father thought too."
Nieve looks down at the table, she found herself fiddling with her leather straps again. "I figured why not get my revenge, and try save millions of lives."
"Hmm." Is all Tyrion says, suspiciously.
Nieve tries to compose her answer, "I'm a killer, but I don't want to let it define me. The way you have."
He raises is glass to her again, "Valar Morgulis." and downs it once more.
In that moment Varys enters. He looks defeated but Nieve wasn't sure if it meant news, she still couldn't quite read the Spider's face.
"The boy listened." Varys begins.
"And?" Nieve looks at him, hopefully. But she's certain she already knows the answer.
Varys just shakes his head. Nieve and Tyrion share a glance.
Then Tyrion wordlessly hands her the bottle, and she takes a large gulp.
...
"Arya?" Nieve says calmly. They sit at the docks, breaking from training. "A promise is a promise. I said I'd tell you the deal I struck with the Lannister."
Arya listens silently.
Nieve begins, "I did it for my revenge, for the innocent of Westeros, and it was for you."
Arya frowns. "What does that mean?"
Nieve had been putting it off saying this, but knew she had to at some point: "It means that this is my last night training you.
Arya didn't scream like Nieve expected, but stares at the ground, upset. "Why?" She asks, but her voice chokes slightly.
Nieve felt horrible, "You knew this couldn't last forever."
"Your leaving me."
I think I'd prefer the screaming now. "I know you must hate me, but I can explain."
And so she does. She tells Arya everything. About Vary's plans with Nieve; about how she's off the wall, and what Jon could mean to the realm. Arya sat and the more she listened the more she seemed to understand.
"…But I have a surprise for you." Nieve says excitedly at the end of her explanation.
Arya raises her eyebrows in query, "What are you talking about?"
Nieve grins. "Turn around."
Arya turns. Her face drops.
Gendry smiles at her in disbelief. And then jokingly bows, "Milady."
Arya reacts like they hadn't spent a moment apart, and punches him in the gut lightly. He giggles. She laughs and jumps up, wrapping her arms around the lad and squeezes him into an embrace.
Nieve grins even wider.
"Thank you" Gendry says to Nieve over Arya's shoulder.
Nieve nods.
Arya drops down to the ground again. Turning to Nieve, she looks at her in gratitude and hugs her too.
"I'm sorry I must leave, Stark. But at least this way you won't be alone." Nieve says in Arya's ear.
"This won't be goodbye." Arya promises.
"Take care of yourself." Nieve and Arya break apart. Nieve begins to head up the stairs leaving the two to catch up, but more in hopes of slipping away before it got too painful.
"Oh, and Gendry?" Nieve calls back. "If you hurt her, I'd make the threat that I'd kill you but I wouldn't need to - she'd do it herself."
Gendry looked terrified and uncomfortable. Arya smiles.
"Nieve!" Arya calls after her. She runs to catch up to her. "Valar morgulis." She says and presses the iron coin into Nieve's Palm. "So you can find me again."
"Can't say I'm sad to see you go." Tyrion says.
He, Varys and Nieve stood at the ports waiting for Nieve's ship to depart.
"And I to see you breathing but hey, what you gonna do?" Nieve shrugs playfully.
Tyrion smiles, "I wish you the best of luck, Lady Sand."
"It's Nieve." She corrects him with a smile. "And you Lannister. Don't go falling in love with Clea now."
"Ouch." He pretends to clutch at his heartstrings.
Nieve laughs. She had noticed Tyrion looked sober for the first time.
"Tyrion." She nods at him.
He nods back. "Nieve."
She begins to walk away when he calls out to her:
"Oh and, give my condolences to Jon for me - in regards to his family. We were friends once, can't see I'll be seeing him again anytime soon."
In a strange way she hoped someday he could be the one to tell him that himself. But that seemed far off. But she quips anyway: "Find us a worthy king or queen and tell him yourself."
She hears him huff as she walks away and she smiles again.
She reaches Varys, who stands discussing matters with the ship's captain.
He turns to her, "I never did thank you for getting Gendry to listen to our side."
Nieve shrugs, "It was pointless anyway. He doesn't want to get involved."
"Can't say I blame him." Varys says, "But it reassured me. I picked the right person for this job. Maybe you are capable of diplomacy after all."
Nieve rolls her eyes at his flattery. Varys chuckles.
"Keep safe." He warns "Remember what I've told you. The red woman is not to be trusted."
Nieve nods, but there's doubt in her eyes.
"Varys?" Nieve says seriously, "Promise me this won't end in war."
Varys looks at her solemnly, "My dear, I can't make that promise. But I can promise you, that our cause is just. This goes far beyond the realms of men, bickering over a metal chair. Billions of lives are at stake. The dark night approaches, and we might be able to stop it, before the sun finally falls."
...
Nieve could only dock at Gullstown, the port of the fingers. She knew she still had a long ways to go before Castle Black and she was foreign to the land. She wasn't so keen to follow the kings road, with her dark complexion she could easily be labelled as Dornish, and with the Martell's at war, she didn't know which Houses she could trust. But she needed directions.
So she vaguely wondered north along the coastline. She had been provided a horse by Varys, but she'd never enjoyed riding all that much, although she was traveling faster by horse, she always trusted her own limbs over ones that potential bucked or reared.
About three days into riding, she rode by the woods. She didn't wish to linger but heard voices bickering. One sounded female. She follows it, finding a campsite that looks recently vacated. She trots on, leering through the trees. The voices had stopped now, they must heard have her tracking them. Damn, horse! Nieve curses. No stealth on a horse.
"Who's there?!" The female voice booms.
Nieve holds her tongue for a moment - trying to gage the woman's accent. Nieve settles too stay Southern. Maybe she'd think her an ally.
"Hello. I beg your pardon. I don't mean to startle, I was just travelling through."
The trees part and Nieve could see the figures clearly now. Their was a young man, dark haired no more than eighteen or so. And a woman, who could easily have be mistaken for another man. Platinum blonde hair, and towering in height. She was clad in armour, whilst the boy dress and red leathers.
"State your business." The woman frowns.
Nieve wanted to scowl at her and tell her it's my business for a reason but she needs their help so she holds her temper. "I got lost. Wondering if could help with directions towards Winterfell."
"Winterfell is in ruins." The lady in armour replies. "What need would you have up there?"
"I have friends nearby."
"Take the Kingsroad." The woman dismisses.
"I hear," Nieve calls after her, "it's safer off the beaten track these days."
The woman sighs, but tells her the way: "North East though these woods and you'll reach the port of White Harbour. Follow the river for 10 miles and then head west. You'll cut right across to Winterfell."
Nieve was relieved she was in the right track and not too far from Winterfell now. "Thank you, Lady knight." She says politely, "Is there some way I could repay you help?"
The woman nods, "We're looking for someone. A girl, disguised as a boy, possibly going under the name Ary."
Nieve's thoughts raced, they're looking for Arya! She decides to stir them off scent. "Arya stark you mean?" Nieve says cooly.
"You've seen her?" The boy blurted out, then blushes at Nieve's beauty when she turns to him.
"Yes," Nieve says to him, "she's heading south, I reckon she'd try make it to Dorne. Safest place for her now."
But the woman is unconvinced, "How do we know your not lying?
"Because I don't have a reason to be." Nieve blinked, feigning offence. "She stopped me for directions, guess she thought looked Dornish. But I told her I wouldn't know how to get there anymore than she."
"Thank you." The woman said.
"Glad to repay the favour." Nieve grinned falsely.
"Come on, Pod." The Lady knight begins walking away, and he follows. But the boy's eyes are still fixed on Nieve, so he lags behind.
"PODRICK!"
He snaps out of his enchantment instantly. Dashing to catch up to his mistress, apologising: "Yes, my lady."
...
There it is. The wall. Once she'd reached Winterfell it had only taken a couple more days of hard riding. Her arse was raw, hands blistered and muscles stiff from the rough, sleepless nights.
She peered from the outskirts of the wood. Baratheon banners lined the wall. It wasn't going to be easy to stay unnoticed. She has donned a fur white cape, and with her horse white she blended in with the scenery quite nicely. But incognito was not her in-game. She had to get on the Crows' good side. She'd thought of the obvious, cutting her hair and pretending to be a man wishing to recruit, but she wasn't sure that that would guarantee her getting close to Jon. Plus she had very feminine features she wasn't convinced she would pass as a male. No she'd have to stay female, less secrets, less risk of anyone finding out why she was truly here. So she went for her latter option.
She stumbled from her horse, trudging towards the castle gates, sobbing. Northern accent this time. She reminds herself.
"Please help me." She squeals through the hatch in the door, a young man's face peers through the gap. Stunned at Nieve's presence.
"Please, wildlings took my home, I have know where else to go." Her voice cracks and she sniffles.
The man accepts immediately, falling for her tears. "Open the gates!" He yells.
Once inside, Nieve flings her arms around him for dramatic affect, "Thank you sir, thank you!"
"It's just what we do" He says smugly.
A few other men had began to wonder over to the gate, intrigued by the newcomer. They elbow each other when they see it is a woman.
"Please, is there somewhere I could get warmth?" Nieve begs.
"Follow me." A lad at the back chirps up. He is tall, bulky and has a face like a maggot ridden turnip.
Nieve smiles and follows. She feels the presence of a couple men following behind.
Her fingers twitch…
She follows the men into the castle and down a flight of stairs.
"We keep the visitors rooms in the lower floors." Says turnip boy.
She nods. But something doesn't feel right. She's lead into a small room. It has a fire place, and a bed pushed into the corner. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind her. She turns, and the two men following are stood barricading the door. The room has no other exits. Nieve's temper is already bubbling to overflow, but she tries to keep her cover.
"What's this gentleman?" She says, innocently.
Turnip boy begins etching closer to her.
"Do you know…" he says, something sadistic glinting in his eyes, "…how long it's been since we last had a woman?"
Nieve felt sick, she just glared at him, saying nothing.
"Well actually it was two weeks ago," he laughed, "some young girl seeking refuge much like yourself. But no where near as pretty as you." He looks he up and down with a foul grin. "Besides her family watching made it hard to finish. They kept crying. But you," You raises a gloved finger at Nieve, walking closer to her. "You're all alone."
The two men behind her had their hands on her now, pulling her against the door and holding her firmly as she struggles.
"Careful gents, we don't want her too bruised… makes for a less pretty fuck." Turnip spat.
The others laughed. He was so close to her face now she could feel his rotten breath.
"Me first then." He says, unbuckling his belt.
Nieve snaps. She smacks her forehead into his face. He begins toppling backwards, blood pouring from his broken nose. The other crows grip loosened slightly in shock, just enough for Nieve to twist her arms. She kicked into Turnip boy's body as his falls, using it like a ramp to backflip over. Turnip is pushed to the floor, winded. She pulls her knife, and faster than they could reacted, the two crows beside her drop to their knees; clutching their throats; blood spewing like fountains.
Turnip stares in horror as Nieve calmly sidles toward him.
"Don't worry," she mocks, "I wont leave any bruises..." She repeats, and throws the knife at his cock.
He screams.
She's knelt by his side in seconds. Hands wrapping around the blade again.
"...Makes for a less pretty corpse." She smiles, yanking the blade down, slicing his prick in two.
He screams louder. Nieve removes the blade to his throat. He looks like he's about to pass out, so Nieve slaps his face to keep him awake.
"No, no, no. Remember my face." She pouts. "I want you to remember a woman did this to you."
He begins to open his mouth to beg, but Nieve can't stand to hear another word from the shit's mouth.
"See you in the seven hells!" She growls, and plunges the blade into his throat.
His body jerks as he coughs up blood, eyes glossy and wide - fixed on Nieve's. She watches them until the go lifeless and his body goes limp.
She removs the knife and wipes it on his furs. Then she notices the state of her own white fur cape.
"Oh Fuck!" She stomps her foot examining the ruined garment.
She looks up, having not noticed that the door to the room was open.
She freezes.
A flock of crows stand surrounding the doorway, staring in shock at her drenched in blood.
Nieve sighs."Oh Fuck."
Hardly the subtle diplomacy Varys had in mind now is this, Nieve?!
Finally at the wall, but things aren't turing out the way she planned it. What will Nieve do now?
Should have the next chapter soonish, probably won't be as long as this one though.
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