Not everything went according to plan during the battle.

A couple of Knights and Lords on our side died despite my efforts, including one's Jon Arryn, foster father of Robert and Ned, future Hand of King according to my old man memories.

To say Robert was mad with rage and grief was an understatement, but Jon insisted on leading the charge himself when a lucky arrow managed to hit him on the neck in the gaps of his armor. A lucky shot from a stray arrow.

Robert trashed around his tent, and we let him vent his frustration for a while before I got sick of it and I dragged both Robert and Ned to get shitfaced drunk. Why also taking Ned? Well, most people didn't realized it, or perhaps realized it and didn't want to intrude, but Ned took the death of Jon Arryn just as bad.

I couldn't fault them since going on this war was one giant bender for me to vent my frustrations on being born in this shitty land as a no name smallfolk in the region that saw the most conflict in the history of Westeros.

After a couple of drinks for me and some bottles between Robert and Ned, Denys came to the tent. "Do you have room for one more?"

"Come in and drink for Jon." Slurred Robert as he took another swing of the rich wine.

Denys sat on the extra chair before taking a generous swing at his cup. "Damn, he wasn't supposed to die. I was there with him when some of the Targaryens engaged with us. Rhaegar took a turn and went after Robert on the shallows while Jonothor Darry came after us."

He looked at his cup some time before continuing. "We were fighting when I tripped on a loose rock and the kingsguard came after me, but Jon came in front of me and took the blow parrying the attack. Before I could help Jon though Jonothor managed to wound him and leave him on the ground. I saw red when I saw my uncle on the ground and back stabbed the son of a whore as he tried to finish the job."

Taking another swing of his drink he tried to fight back tears. "It should have been me who died, not him!"

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You're his family right? He wouldn't have wanted you to die, just like you didn't wanted him to die. Don't blame yourself and instead do good with the life Jon gave to you."

At least that's what I wanted to say. I was way past tipsy at that point, but he nodded and opened another bottle of wine.

"Damn, I still remember him scolding me for doing something stupid back in the Eyrie, telling me 'why don't you have some more foresight like Ned, Robert' to me."

Ned for his part chuckled before taking a sip of his own drink. "And all too often I heard him saying 'you should be more bold like Robert, Ned'."

"Sounds like a peachy guy." The trio looked at me before I clarified, "I meant 'an excellent person'."

They all nodded before Robert rose his cup. "To Jon Arryn!"

"Aye!" We said rising our own cups before downing them.

We stayed silent for some time before Robert spoke. "Want to know what could cheer me up?" He said before staring at me, "you."

"Still not working!" I yelled flustered at his remark.

Both Denys and Ned dope slapped Robert in solidarity.

~~O~~

The army marched forwards towards King's Landing. Someone suggest I could go ahead and either kill off the king on my own or at least open the gates.

"Go for it." Said Robert, "do what you think is best. Just make sure to leave some of the fighting to us. We will probably have to pound on the Lannisters at some point if the rumors I heard are true."

Thus I took some supplies, put them on a bag and went ahead of the army, running for as long as I could before settling myself to a decent walk down the kings road.

The city smelled awful to say the least, I could smell it from a good way out when the wind blew in the right direction.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself I took off my cloak and put it in the bag, before looking around the city walls for the perfect place to infiltrate the walls. Insertion point chosen, I entered with a swift run on the walls and a single leap. I took down the watchers and dropped their bodies outside the walls, before silently sneaking inside the city.

Once there I made my way to the castle, and once asking a few directions to the locals I knew exactly where I should go. In no time I was on the steps of the red keep, ready to make history. Now, to ham it up all the way, or be sneaky about it?

I took a coin and flipped, letting chance decide how history would play out.

~~O~~

"Aerys Targaryen! Your reign of terror is over! This is Ser Rose, The Witch of the Riverlands, the Bloody Rose who came to take you down!" I said after I literally blasted open the gates of the Red Keep. I calmly walked towards the throne room with my white cloak billowing behind me, taking down any opposition I meet in a quick fashion until I saw the Iron Throne.

I never saw it before, and my old man memories supplied a much more modest throne than this. The actual Iron Throne was a massive monstrosity that almost went to the ceiling made of thousands of rusted swords. How the hell people didn't routinely catch tetanus from it I will never know. Or perhaps they do and their bodies are simply discreetly disposed off?

The man sitting on the throne looked rather terrible in my opinion. Large uncut nails, disheveled hair and what I can only call a demented look on his face.

"Another traitor came to us. Seize her!"

I made sure to hold back a little with my display, not that I didn't kill the guards that were ever flowing on the room in increasingly gory ways, but I also left some of them alive if retired from the battle in order for them to eventually spread the word of what I did.

At some point in the carnage people stopped coming in and instead simply blocked off the exit and watched me.

"Come! Come and defend your king you traitors! You! Lannister, defend me!"

My old man memories supplied to me some choice bits of information from the man in front of me, the youthfulness and blond hair telling me who the Lannister kingsguard was.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him. "As someone close to the Mad King you should know his crimes intimately, is it worth to fight for him?"

He seemed to hesitate a bit, but grimly he took his weapon and nodded. "Still, I have to try." Even as he said that his stance was done half hearted. He saw me fighting, so he knew I could take him down easily. Perhaps he expects me to show him mercy by allowing him to live?

I mused the idea for a while before sheathing my sword for a moment. That move startled him, which was when I suddenly appeared on his face and kneed him on the stomach hard enough to dent armor, my standard practice to 'non-lethally' taking down armored opponents. He fell on the ground grasping for air before emptying the content of his stomach.

Once more I unsheathed my sword. "Your sword will enter into history dad", I whispered as the Mad King tried to scramble backwards on the throne. Once we were set eye to eye I took in his appearance fully, how the Targaryens rule had fallen so hard with both him and Rhaegar. In a swift move I plunged my sword on his chest, killing him instantly.

I cut off his head and raised it as if it was a trophy. "The Mad King is dead! His heir Rhaegar is dead! The reign of the Targaryens is over!"

My old man memories told me that there was still Aegon and Viserys, but they were both children at the moment. We could easily send them to the Wall and be done with it. Speaking of them...

"Until Robert Baratheon comes to the city to officially end the war I'm taking over! Whoever disputes my claim can take that up with me! Whoever wants to seek revenge for the Mad King can join the fallen! I am the Witch of the Riverlands, the Bloody Rose! If you heard and witnessed my prowess you know going against me is death! Who wants to try their luck?"

The soldiers hesitated, some rushing elsewhere, until suddenly I saw the soldiers throwing their weapons on the ground. Good, that will make things easier. Now I just have one loose end to take care off.

"Hey you, blondie, you alive there?"

"... no thanks... to you." He wheezed before standing up and cleaning his mouth.

"Good, because I have a mission to you. Where are the wife of Rhaegar and his children?"

"You don't plan to-"

"What I plan is to secure them to make sure they won't go anywhere until Robert arrives with his army. You can help me with making sure they are well treated, or you can force my hand in taking more drastic measures." I threatened.

"... you won't kill them, will you?"

"No", I told him honestly, "and I will do everything in my power to make sure she won't come to harm."

The kingsguard took a deep breath, managing to unclasp his armor to allow him to breath more easily before nodding. "Alright Witch, you have yourself a deal."

"Ser Jaime", said one of the soldiers and he shook his head.

"You saw what she did. I doubt a hundred of soldiers could stop her. Seven hells, I think a hundred soldiers did try to stop her and failed. If I want to save the lives of the last of the royal family it's best if I go along with her."

I nodded to him. "At least someone who see sense. Alright Ser Jaime, lead the way so I can explain the situation to Rhaegar's widow."

Things will be a bit touch and go for a while since I can't project much force as a single person, but hopefully with Jaime at my side I can get shit done until Robert arrives. Still, I can't help but think I'm forgetting something...