Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 33 of my Game of Thrones story, the final Cersei chapter, enjoy.
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Now onto the story, at last, by the end of this chapter, the Silent Warrior's identity will be revealed. I'm sure many of you have guessed it by now, I have to be honest, I'll be disappointed if you haven't guessed it, I was dropping hints left and right after all :)
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Cersei
Cersei glowered as she sat in the throne room. Despite her warnings, Tommen wasn't listening to her. She was currently seated on the Iron Throne itself, Tommen remained on his feet, pacing up and down.
"Tommen, enough, come, sit down." She said for what felt like the hundredth time.
Tommen shook his head. "No mother, I shouldn't be here. How can I call myself King when I'm made to hide like a coward."
Cersei replied instantly. "Stop that nonsense right now, you are not going out there, we've discussed this!"
"You mean you forced this; I don't recall us talking about it. You dragged me here and won't let me do what little I can to help!" He snapped back.
Cersei shook her head; this was getting ridiculous; she couldn't believe how belligerent Tommen had become.
'It's that whore Margaery's fault, putting that nonsense into his head.' She decided at last. 'Doesn't he realize it's futile anyway; what is the point in him going out there...The battle lost.'
She silently cursed the lacklustre efforts of their soldiers, of even her father and Jaime, none of them putting even the slightest bit of effort forwards. It was after all the only possible explanation for that rabble getting so far.
Even here, in the throne room, she could hear the sounds of battle outside. But just because the enemy was going to get victory did not mean it had to be a complete loss.
She bit her lip as she considered her chances.
'I can ruin this victory for them, I can ensure that it is tainted.' She thought darkly. 'Let them have their victory, let that insufferable pretender have the throne...They'll have to live with dark rumours for the rest of their lives.'
She knew what she had to do, but for that, she needed Tommen to sit with her.
So she tried again. "Tommen, enough, let's not argue about pointless issues. Come, sit by me...At least take a drink."
Tommen approached her slowly and now stood, standing next to the throne as she stood up. The goblet she had with her was now full.
She held it out to him. "I'm sorry there's only one goblet, but of course, you are first."
She smiled and held it out to him, it was a desperate move she knew, but what other choice was there. She wouldn't have her son at the mercy of those animals attacking them. Tommen did not take the goblet however, rather he looked up at her, eyes narrowed.
"Mother you are pathetic and transparent." He said coldly.
Her glare returned, now this truly was taking things too far; he dared to refuse her. She practically tried to force the goblet at him.
"How dare you boy, I'm giving you…!"
He stepped back. "Death, do you think me stupid, you are trying to poison me, well I won't…!"
She lost it completely this was certainly too far. "I am trying to save you, now drink!"
With that she approached again, only for him to knock the goblet from her hands.
Blinded by her rage she grabbed him, the vial of the poison still had at least half its contents, more than enough. She attempted to force him to drink it, but he struggled. The foolish boy struggled, didn't he know this was preferable to being captured by those monsters outside.
"Tommen..." She snarled. "You will...stop...resisting, you..."
At that moment a faint whistling sound was heard, there was a flash of metal and Cersei yelped. The vial was knocked from her hands and shattered, landing on the ground, out of her reach, was a dagger, the object that had been thrown.
She turned her head in disbelief and saw one of the enemy had already infiltrated the throne room. It was a helmeted warrior, their identity hidden. They were clad in light armour and kneeling.
At that moment they stood up, having picked up another weapon, one they must have dropped to throw the dagger, as they were cradling their right arm close to their body, it seemed to be broken.
Their weapon retrieved the warrior began charging up the throne room. Cersei wanted to call out, but she was cut off by Tommen shoving her, forcing her to let go of him.
'No, it's ruined, everything's ruined!' She thought in dismay as she fell back.
Landing on the ground she tried to stand, but then stopped. Tommen had stepped back, glaring at her, while the warrior had got in between them.
Yet surprisingly, the warrior did not attack Tommen, which made no sense to her, that was why they would be here after all.
Instead the warrior stood between her and Tommen and held their blade, using their left hand, that arm not being injured, pointed directly at Cersei's throat.
More footsteps and Cersei froze, but then her heart lifted, there was still a chance. Ser Tobias and Ser Robert of the Kingsguard entered at that moment and froze, shocked at what they saw.
But then Tommen had to ruin things. "Ser Tobias, Ser Robert, arrest my mother...She has attempted to poison me, she is guilty of attempted filicide!"
She stared in disbelief; he betrayed her, after everything she had done for him, for her attempt to save him, he betrayed her. The two knights approached and seized her, she struggled in their grip but it was useless. The warrior then stepped back, sheathing their blade.
Infuriated and still shocked she demanded proper action. "What are you doing you fools; that warrior is a threat, kill them, you are…!"
"No, this warrior is the one who saved me!" Tommen cut across her.
Ser Tobias then spoke. "The battle is lost your Grace, the enemy have won, Lord Tywin is dead, along with Ser Gregor..."
Cersei froze in horror at that; now they were lying too. Worse, Tommen clearly believed their lies.
"I see, I should have guessed as much." He said. "Ser Robert, fetch Ser Balon and tell him to deliver my formal surrender to King Robb Stark and Gendry Baratheon..."
Ser Robert bowed and left, while Ser Tobias ensured Cersei was restrained; she couldn't believe it, this couldn't be happening, everything had gone wrong, now they were doomed. She glared at the warrior who remained standing nearby, completely silent; it was their fault, all because of their thrown dagger, her final plan was utterly ruined.
Those two, Robb Stark and the pretender entered not too long afterwards and Cersei felt as if she was looking at the past. This Gendry was truly one of Robert's sons, he was the very image of his father in his younger years, before drinking and whoring turned him into a fat worthless slob.
But it was clear, from the look in Gendry's eyes, he would not fall into that trap himself. Neither man paid her any attention, however, their gazes focused entirely on Tommen who stood by the Iron Throne, his crown removed and set on the throne itself.
"King Robb Stark...Gendry Baratheon, As announced, this battle is over, you have won. I formally surrender myself to you, I relinquish my crown and my throne, and place myself entirely at your mercy." Tommen announced; his voice remarkably steady.
Cersei shook her head, too dismayed to cry out. 'Foolish boy, doesn't he realize he's just put himself to death, that's all they plan for him, death.'
Gendry stepped forwards. "Very well then, Tommen...I accept your surrender; this battle is over, we will work on beginning repairs and ensuring no further blood is shed. There is still much I must do."
Cersei glared, already seeing the man for the liar he was, 'no further blood is shed', when he planned to spill Tommen's soon enough. But Gendry and Robb had now turned their attentions to the warrior. Both smirked and Robb then spoke.
"Remove your helmet." He paused before adding. "We know it's you."
Gendry nodded and the warrior stiffened. Cersei did too; watching, anger bubbling inside her. She would soon see who ruined her. Who ruined everything for her.
The warrior sighed and removed their helmet, revealing chin length brown hair which fell messily into place as the helmet came off. Grey eyes, one milky white, blinded, looked steadily back at the two men, a streak of blood and grime covering the face in a stripe around the eyes, where the visor's eye slit had been; the rest of the face soaked in perspiration.
But there was no mistaking the person that stood before them, the one who had finally beaten her. Cersei glared, it was her, the one she knew from the moment she first saw her was little better than a wild animal, who should have been tamed and brought under control long ago; but instead, she had been set free and had ruined everything.
Cersei glared at the one who had ruined her final plan and brought her down, with something as simple as a thrown dagger.
This silent warrior, was none other than Arya Stark.
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