Chapter 5: Paying with Iron and Gold (3/3)

Jaime Lannister:

The night was dark and the air was cold. The sky was clear and starless. And the Kingslayer was wondering if that was a good or a bad sign.

Jaime Lannister was waiting alongside his man for the upcoming assault. He decided to allow the Heir of House Westerling, lead the infiltration of the ruins of Tarbeck Hall. Mostly due to his performance against Jaime, which was slightly better than the other knights. Even with his Lord father's complains. Not that Jaime gave a damn about Lord Westerling anyway. He just wanted to get this battle started and rescue his son from the Ironborn's claws.

They were all just waiting for a signal, a flying arrow on fire was the agreement. Five man entered the ruins, which was composed by the heir, and four incompetent knights. Not that Jaime had much of a choice, since his little brother suggested it. Tyrion stayed behind, since he was never a fighter. Jaime suspects that he was either drinking or fucking a whore, or both at the moment. Not that it mattered, he was accompanied by seventh man, all on foot as horses would end up making a lot of noise. Although, Lord Westerling offered more, but he did more out of pride rather than actually being able to provide it. They now scarcely have the funds to maintain the Crag, which is now more ruin than stronghold. Which Jaime could tell due to how poorly equipped the soldiers were, and he really hoped that the numbers would compensate it.

"Fuck, how much longer will it take?" Jaime asked himself, as the wait was killing him. It has been half an hour already, which wasn't really a good sign.

The Kingslayer had his sword at hand in anticipation and he was really aching to end the life of the idiot who started this whole mess. He was sure that Lord Drumm or one of his heirs were inside. Jaime doesn't really know what they look like as he didn't really saw them during the rebellion but he knows that they are in possession of the Valyrian steel sword, Red Rain.

"My Lord, look." One of the knights told Jaime while pointing at the sky.

Jaime looked at the direction that the knight was pointing and saw the flaming arrow flying at the sky. It turns out that the empty sky was a sign of luck as it made the arrow stand out. "Charge!" The Kingslayer yelled at his man, who obeyed him and made their way towards the entrance of Tarbeck Hall.

The frontal attack was easy due to the fact that the entrance was completely destroyed during the revolt, something that Jaime has to thank both his father for leaving such a convenience and the Ironborn's stupidity for using a ruined castle. As they approached the entrance, Jaime gave reminded them of one of his orders. "If you see a man carrying a Valyrian steel blade, take him alive!" After he said that, him and the soldiers passed through the entrance of Tarbeck Hall, with several Ironborn sighting them.

"ATTACK!" One of them yelled very loudly.

The soldiers ran passed Jaime and charged at the Ironborn, who were quick to grab their weapons for the battle. It took less than a second for the bloodshed to start and several soldiers started to engage with them.

The first thing that Jaime did, was stab an Ironborn in the chest. Then he blocked the attack of another who was carrying a sword and a shield, wearing a helmet and chainmail. Jaime simply aimed for his leg, which was unprotected. A single chop was all that it took for cutting his leg off. Which actually surprised Jaime.

As the battle kept on going. Jaime looked around and noticed that the number of Ironborns were higher than what they were expecting. Not to mentioning that they were actually better equipped. This salt fucks are tougher than they look. Jaime thought before moving his gaze towards the ruined castle. I got to take Tommen out of here before this get worse. The Kingslayer was actually worried that the Ironborn might win.

The heir of Casterly Rock moved towards the entrance of the main hall of Tarbeck Hall. But as he approached, two Ironborns carrying axes saw him and charged at him. "Come on." Jaime gladly welcomed the two to try their luck against him.

The first one attack him right away with a wild swing. Which Jaime moved back to evade before he stabbed him on the rib with his longsword. The Second one tried to use the momentum to kill Jaime while his sword was stuck on the first one. But unfortunately for him, Jaime let go of his sword, then pulled his dagger and stabbed in his neck. "You didn't thought it would be that easy, did you?" Jaime mockingly asked him before pulling out his dagger and puts it back at his hip. The second quickly fell into the ground trying to hold his pierced neck as he dies. Jaime then pulls his sword out of the other one's corpse before he keeps going.

Before entering, he takes a look back at the battle. Trying to find a sign of the Ironborn that he's looking for. But Jaime noticed that most of them were using axes and the ones using sword, were using normal steel swords. He must be inside. He thought before finally entering.

The Kingslayer walked slowly on the inside of Tarbeck Hall. Although he was in a hurry, he knew that an Ironborn could attack him at any moment. He was holding his longsword tightly, fully alert for any upcoming attack.

He was also kind of baffled. Tarbeck Hall, at on the inside, didn't look as ruined as the outside would led you to believe. The damage was definitely noticeable, but not to a unhabitable extent.

Fuck! It's dark as hell in here. Jaime complained in frustration as he could barely see anything, he really should have grab a torch before entering but it's too late now. He walked a bit more until he sees a bit of light. What's that? There were stairs, probably leading to one of the towers. Jaime climbed slowly with his sword ready.

The moment he approached the room, he peeked while hiding besides the door. Only to see something strange.

"What?" Jaime said in confusion as he entered the room.

In that room, there were two corpses laying on the ground. One with his head laying in a pool of blood. The other with a stab wound in the neck. What the hell happened in here? Jaime asked himself as none of the soldiers that came with him could have done that. He could tell that there was a fight here, and whoever killed this two was skilled.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and prepared to fight. But then, to his surprise. He saw a familiar face.

"You?"

"My Lord?" It was the heir of house Westerling, Raynald Westerling.

Jaime took a good look at him and noticed that he was learning on the wall for support as he was injured. There was a cut in his face that didn't look very good and he had one of his hands on his rib.

"What happened to you?" Jaime asked as he approached him.

He took a deep breath. "The other knights and I, managed to found your son in the dungeons... ARGH!... We were about to get him out but..." He nearly collapsed, but Jaime grabbed him. "A big man carrying an axe and another carrying a Valyrian steel sword attacked us."

The moment Jaime heard that, he knew that the big man was probably that Mystery Knight from the tourney and the one with the sword had to be Lord Drumm or one of his sons. "Where are the rest?" Jaime asked as he only saw him.

"D...Death." He said as Jaime sat him down. "They cut through us easily and took him."

"How are you still alive? " Jaime asked.

He looked down in shame. "I pretended to be dead." He replied in a defeated voice.

Jaime looked at him for a bit before answering. "Smart, cowardly but smart." Jaime remarked, making the Seashell knight even more ashamed. "Where did they go?"

"The-...AHRH!" He grunted in pain even more. "They said that they were going to his ship... at the coast ehind the castle." He explained to the Kingslayer.

Jaime then stood up. "You did well, rest for now and wait until the battle is over." He ordered him. "If you see or hear anyone coming, play dead until they eithet leave or you confirm that they are not Ironborn." Jaime instructed him which he just nodded in response.

The Kingslayer then left that room and made his way to the coast behind the castle

It turns out that finding an exit was easier than he was expecting it. While on his way to look for a way out of the castle, he found a big hole on the wall, that was definitely caused by a catapult.

Jaime used to get out of the castle and make his way to the coast. After a short walk, Jaime actually managed to see two ships from afar. One of them is probably the ship that he was talking about. He thought as he kept on walking.

The Kingslayer was frustrated by the fact that he didn't brought a horse with him. Even though it wasn't very far away, his armor didn't exactly made moving easily. Why the hell did I listen to Tyrion? He never really had to walk in full plate in his life. He kept on thinking in frustration.

He was wondering how the fight was going, but he really didn't care wether they win or lose. Tommen is the priority. If Lord Westerling loses a good portion of his man, that's his lost.

The closer he gets, the more he prepares himself. I don't know how many is there. If it's just the two that Raynald mentioned , I can take them. He was sure of it.

Jaime finally arrived at the ship. Or ships as there were two of them. Both ships look the same with two or more small difference.

Suddenly, the Kingslayer heard a sound. Someone whistling from above. Jaime looks up and sees someone.

"I was wondering when I'll finally get to see your face again, Kingslayer." It was a tall and stout man, with slightly blotchy skin, very short dark brown hair. "I guess the drowned god decided to grant me a blessing."

"Are you Drumm?" Jaime had a feeling that he already knew the answer.

"I'm Denys Drumm, Lord of Old Wyk!" He yelled at Jaime with a lot of pride in his voice.

"And you think that, the fact that I came here to kill you is blessing?" Jaime mockingly asked him. "If you're suicidal, setting yourself on fire would be a much painless death."

He barely react to that comment. "The tales about your arrogance were not exaggerate," But then he pointed to the other ship.

Jaime moved his head to see what he was pointing at. To his surprise and horror, he saw the tall man lifting an unmoving Tommen. "Tommen!" Jaime yelled.

"He's still alive." Denys assured Jaime. "But he won't be for long if you don't do as I say."

Jaime just looked at him, with an face of pure wrath. He unfortunately didn't have much of choice in the matter.

"Such a fun irony, you know, I was going to use him as a bait for a trap. But you coming here alone just made things much easier." Denys pointed out with a smile on his face, showing his yellowish teeth. "Throw your sword at the sea." He ordered.

Jaime hesitated for a bit, but then decided to do it. Fuck! How the fuck will I fight without a sword.

"Take that nice looking armor of yours off." He ordered again.

Jaime made a confused face. But decided to oblige. "You can't possibly think you gonna get away with this." Jaime asked out of curiosity as he starts to take off his gauntlet first.

"I don't think or expect to get away with anything! My father and brother are dead and the fact that you already know that House Drumm is responsible for this. If I don't die here, Lord Reaper of Pyke will finish me." He spoke with a strange tone in his voice. "But I'll take satisfaction that I'll accomplish what he wanted before that happens."

Jaime was still confused. "Who is he?" He asked as he proceeded to remove his chest plate.

In the next few minutes, two things occurred. Jaime stripped himself from his armor completely and he was being informed of the whole reason to why this whole mess occurred.

Apparently, the Red Lion had an bastard son from an mistress that was took by an the Lord of Old Wyk, after the extermination of House Reyne. And this bastard was Denys Drumm's lover, and Jaime killed him during the Rebellion. This is literally the most absurd story I ever heard . Jaime thought as he was baffled by this entire situation. "So all of this was for revenge?" He asked before he took the last piece of armor he had on him.

"For years, he spoke on avenging his family. He got his chance but failed. I don't give a fuck what happens after today, " Denys replied as he got out of the ship and walked towards Jaime. "But I will have your head in his name Kingslayer! " He unsheathe his Valyrian steel sword and pointed at Jaime.

Shit! No sword or armor, what the hell am I supposed to do? Jaime thought in worry.

Jorah Mormont:

Unknowingly for everyone. Jorah Mormont was watching everything from afar. The Kingslayer is in a bad situation. Jorah doesn't really care about the Kingslayer, he just want his vengeance on Denys Drumm for the dead of his beloved.

The Lord of Bear Island gripped his sword in rage, as he still couldn't believe that she was dead. And that he had an hand in it.

Although he was injured, he was ignoring the pain completely as the pain inside his chest was much worse than the physical one.

Jorah took a good look at the situation.

The Kingslayer was doing his best to evade the attacks of Denys. Even without a sword or armor, Jaime Lannister was still fast.

Then he looked at the other ship where Andrik was holding the boy hostage.

He looked at the unconscious child for a bit. Her son.... Jorah thought as he was observing. The fealing on his chest got worse, and he ended up making an impulsive decision. He grabbed Longclaw and made his way to the ship.

Your dead is on my hands, but I'll make sure your son survives. He thought as walked with difficulty towards the ship. Lynesse, my love, please forgive me. The Image of her just passed through her mind like fond memories of the past. Jorah didn't care if he dies today. But he will make sure that her legacy survives, even if it's the last thing he does.

He approached the ship even more, using the fact that they were all distracted with Denys Drumm attempts to kill the Kingslayer to his advantage. Without anyone noticing, he enters the ship slowly. The ship was empty saving for the boy and Andrik. Jorah was hoping to get an surprised attack on the Ironborn warrior. Slowly, he walks towards the main deck of the ship holding Longclaw tightly on his hand.

A few steps ahead of him, was Andrik. Observing Denys and the Kingslayer from afar. The boy was laying unconscious in the middle of the deck. Jorah could see that he was still breathing which was a good thing.

He starts to quietly sneak towards Andrik to stab him from behind as Jorah was in no condition to fight him head on. As he moved, he kept having a strange feeling about the situation.

Understood for Jorah, his suspicion turned correct. Because when he was about to Andrik, he turned his head around and connected the back of his fist into Jorah's jaw. Making him fall back into the ground.

The Northman although a bit dizzy from the blow, quickly stood up to prepare himself to fight. But the injuries started to really take full effect as he could force himself to get on his knees.

Andrik with the same stoic face then approached him.

Jaime Lannister:

The Kingslayer was out of ideas. He kept on dodging Denys Drumm attacks the best he could, but the Ironborn is actually a decent swordsman which made task even more difficult.

"AAAAHHHH!" Suddenly, both man were distracted by a loud scream.

"What the?" Denys asked in confusion as he looked to the ship.

Jaime noticed that the big man holding Tommen hostage wasn't looking at them anymore. Which he decided to take as an opportunity to attack. But it was easier said than done as he was unarmed. He looked around quickly to see if he could find anything. Until he saw the pieces of his armor on the ground.

But Denys moment of distraction was over and he resumed his attacks. He charged at Jaime with the Valyrian steel blade.

Jaime quickly moved to side and ran passed him to reach his armor.

"You're not running from me!" He yelled at Jaime.

Jaime then grabbed his chest plate from the ground to use it as an improvised shield. I just need an opening. He thought as Denys charges at him. The first blow was easy to deflected but the second proved to be more difficult as he was trying to find an opening to cut Jaime.

"You fucking Lannisterd and your gold!" Denys complained as he kept on trying to kill Jaime. Unaware that the breastplate is not really made of gold, as gold wouldn't be a good protection.

"Such a waste, Valyrian steel at the hands of a fucking sea squib that doesn't even know how to wield properly." Jaime mocked him while smirking. Come on, take the bait. He thought.

Apparently, the insult worked as the Ironborn charged at Jaime in anger due to the comment he just made.

NOW! As Denys swings his sword at Jaime, he blocked one more time using the breastplate but in a split second. Jaime let go of the plate and trapped Denys arm underneath his shoulder making him unable to use the sword.

"AAH!" He yelled as he tried to make Jaime let of. Denys put his other hand at Jaime's face to push him off. But Jaime in response grabbed him by the hair.

The two struggle while grabbing each other. Jaime was trying to find a way to grab his sword from him but his struggles due to Denys pushing him by the jaw to try to pull his arm away from Jaime's grip. The Kingslayer could feel the arm slowly slipping off his grip. But before it foes completely. Jaime removes his grip from Denys hair, and sticks his tumb on his right eye.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He screams loudly as Jaime gouges his eye out with his finger. Denys let go of Jaime's jaw and in that moment. The Kingslayer used the momentum to get a better grip on Denys's arm. When he finished his positioning, Jaime used all of his strength to break his arm completely, making him drop his sword in the process. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He let out another agonizing screen as a response.

Jaime then pushed him into the ground.

"AAAAAAAAAHH! AAAAHH! Andrik! " He tried to scream someone name. Jaime was quick to assume that it was the other Ironborn's name. He quickly grabbed the sword from the ground and approached Denys. "ANDR-" Before he could scream his name again. Jaime pierced his chest with the sword, hoping that he got his heart.

Denys Drumm looks at Jaime with his uninjured eye. "Fucking Lannister." He spoke bitterly before coughing up blood.

Jaime then pushed the sword deeper into his chest. "Don't worry, you and your lover now can fuck as much as you want on the Drowned god halls or whatever your Ironfucks call it." He spoke as he pulls the sword out of his now dead corpse.

Jorah Mormont:

The Lord of Bear Island was sure that he was going to die. "RRGH!" He grunted as he was being tossed around by Andrik the Unsmiling.

Jorah's attempt of a surprise attack failed miserably, as the Ironborn warrior noticed him approaching. He did his best to try to fight back but he was too tired and injury to do it properly.

Andrik the Unsmiling, a giant of a man with arms as thick as trees. Was cutting through Jorah easily with his axe. He was still standing on willpower alone, or just pure stubbornness. He didn't know which one.

"AAAH!" He screamed as he attack the Ironborn with Longclaw, but it was useless. Andrik just grabbed the sword and pulled off of Jorah's hand before slicing his chest with the axe. "AHHHHH!" Jorah screamed as he fell into the floor.

I guess this it. He thought as he the agonizing pain kept on increasing. He grunted in pain as he looked up. The giant man was looking at him with a stoic face, holding Longclaw with his left hand. Jorah just wanted this to end. "Just fucking finished!" Jorah yelled at him.

Right after Jorah said that. Andrik stabbed him in the stomach with Longclaw. Jorah felt a lot of things at that moment. Pain, sorrow, shame and one last thing passed through his mind. "Lynesse." That was the last thing he spoke, before everything turned into darkness.

Jaime Lannister:

"Holy shit." That was Jaime's reaction as he arrived just in time to see the death of Jorah Mormont.

The giant man that just killed him then noticed Jaime's presence. He looks at Jaime from head to toes and only shows an reaction when he sees Jaime carrying the Valyrian steel sword.

Then he walked to the edge of the ship. And looks at the direction of the corpse that Jaime left. He stares at it for a bit before turning to Jaime.

Jaime waited for him to say something but all that he did was grab his axe and get into a fighting stance. Straight to business I see. Jaime thought before he himself got into. Although he was not wearing any protection, Jaime was in an considerable advantage now thatvhe had an Valyrian steel sword at his hands. No wonder they are so prized. He thought as he was impressed by how light the sword was and by how beautiful it looked. He saw Valyrian steel blades before, but never actually wielded one. Marvelous. That was Jaime's opinion on them.

Suddenly, the Giant man, Andrik if Jaime heard correctly. Charged at him swinging his axe at Jaime. He deflected the attack and made a cut on his arm. But the cut didn't seem to bother Andrik.

Jaime moved back to keep his distance as he could easily get wrestled into the ground by the larger man. Before he tried another attack on him. But he deflected the attack with the axe and to Jaime surprise, grabbed his shirt and pulled him close and hit Jaime's stomach with his knee. The impact made Jaime move back a bit but when he did, Andrik rises his axe and swings down at him.

Jaime tried to evade it but the Axe cut through Jaime's shirt and chest like it was nothing. "AAAHH! Fuck!" It was a superficial cut and it would have killed him if it was a little deeper. But even though he was now injured and bleeding, Jaime resumed his stance. "Nice, no one has been able to cut me like this in years." He commented. Even though he was in a dangerous situation, he hasn't had a fight like this since the battle against the Kingswood Brotherhood. Jaime had to admit, he was loving it.

Andrik, got in position to attack again. He swings his axe with a lot of speed and finesse which actually impressed Jaime a bit.

Jaime kept on deflecting his attacks and looking for an opening. He managed to find to and exploited. One led to an scratch on his leg and the other to a cut in his soon when he found the third open, Andrik evaded and hit Jaime's shoulder with the bottom of his axe.

Jaime moved back a bit after that. As the impact really hurted. Shit! It's nearly impossible to predict his attacks. He thought in frustration, as his stoic expression made it difficult to know when he's going to attack or if he's even hurt by the attacks. And I thought the Mountain was bad, but at least he's predictable.

Soon enough, Andrik charged at Jaime again. Jaime deflected his upcoming attack with ease. But, out of nowhere. Andrik let go of his axe and wrapped his arms into Jaime's torso. Before Jaime could even react to that, Andrik lifted Jaime off the ground and slammed him with full strength into the wooden floor of the ship.

Jaime ended up hitting his head on the fall, making him stunned.

Andrik then walked towards the axe he dropped, and grabs it from the floor.

Jaime does his best to stand up from ground but the pain was just too much. Even though he manages to stand up, he could barely keep himself from falling back into the ground. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't to lift his right arm properly as he fell over it when Andrik tossed him.

As Andrik approaches him. Jaime was starting to think thatvthis was it for him. You gotta be kidding me! Killed by a fucking Ironborn. Jaime thought in deep frustration as he was using all of his strength to try to lift his injured arm to fight.

The Ironborn then got close enough and lift his axe to give Jaime a finishing blow. But in that split second, Jaime lifted his left arm in an attempt to protect himself.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That was what came out of Jaime's mouth. As the axe cut through his hand like it was a piece of meat cut by a butchers knife. But it did save Jaime from the finishing blow, until Andrik lifted his axe again.

But while the axe was above his head. Jaime in a desperate attempt to survive. Lifted his left arm where his left hand had just been severed and tossed the blood that was leaking out of the severed wound into Andrik's face.

It worked as Andrik stooped his attack to attempt to take the blood out his eyes.

Even in agonizing pain from his hand, Jaime used his last bit of strength to lift his sword as high as he could and attack Andrik.

Andrik managed to wipe the blood out of his eyes, only to finally make the only different expression that he did the entire fight. Surprise. As sudden as an storm, Jaime pierced Andrik's stomach with the Valyrian steel sword, using his left forearm to lift the blade high enough in conjunction with his right one.

When the blade was deep enough. Both men fell.

Questions and Answers:

Q: please continue! and i have a question: which actor would play Raziel?

A: Well... Imagine being played by the actor Dylan sprayberry. (At least when he was younger.)

Q: So question when Raziel has to move onto the next Lord Paramount as part of his royal progression/fostering is he still going to be keeping in contact with the girls he befriend in the last kingdom he was in so when he moves onto the next kingdom after his time is up in the Westerlands he will keep in contact with Myrcella and Joy

Second question considering Jon Arryn is in Kingslanding running the realm when it's time for him to be in the Vale who's going to educate him there then? Or will it be back to Kingslanding for that year or will he spend his time in the Vale with the Royce's

Still hope he meets and befriends and maybe have something more with Mya

Actually that question about where he'll spend his time applies to the Stormlands to since its Lord is meant to be on the small council

I'm also guessing in the Reach it will be mainly Olenna actually teaching him considering Mace is well Mace

A: Yes

It's a spoiler.

If you're expecting a brother and sister incest with them, forget it. Raziel will only do that to Bella, and without the knowledge that she's his sister.

Renly only rules in title. Not like Raziel can learn anything useful from him.

The art of Manipulation is really important. ;)

Q: Please make Raziel wield two swords at a time like Ser Arthur Dayne.

It would be great if he made himself the youngest knight in the history of westeros, even surpassing Daemon Blackfure.

Also please make more dominant than Cersei while they are together that would make this story even greater.

A: My friend, Arthur Dayne didn't wield two swords, that was a show only scene. A stupid change if you ask me, making the legendary greatsword sword Dawn into a one-handed sword was a terrible decision. (Although I do have plans for the sword Dawn.)

I do plan to make Raziel surpass Daemon Blackfyre.

Cersei will still dominate him for a while.

Q: I loved the previews! Sorry but... could you do on the Martells? And maybe one where is more than dialogues, like a POV?

A: Fine, but this is the last one. So please don't request anymore.

{Doran: Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.

Raziel: And how well did that dynamic work for the two of you? Because the Viper was crushed by a Star, and if this scheming of yours continues, the grass may caught on fire. Because all it takes it's a little spark for it to burn.

Doran: Is this a threat?

Raziel: Certainly not. Believe it or not, I'm actually fond of your family. The reason I'm warning you, is because I don't want them to burn alongside you.}

{Raziel: Why didn't you try to kill me yet then?

Oberyn: I don't have a habit of killing boys, especially one as pretty as you. But to answer your question, Doran made it clear to not harm you.

Raziel: Well, If you change your mind, at least do it in a spectacular way. I don't want to die by something as simple as poison.

Oberyn: You have my word, but most don't get to choose how they going to die.

Ellaria: Will you two stop talking about death, and don't worry Raziel. He knows I won't forgive him if he tries to harm you.

Raziel: Thanks Ellaria.

Ellaria: You can thank me by taking your clothes off and joining us. Oberyn and I really want to repeat what we did that night, and this whores are really curious about what a future King's cock feels like.}

{Arianne: Are you certain you are not off to some other bed, with some other woman? Tell me who she is. I will fight her for you, bare-breasted, knife to knife.

Raziel: You against Nymeria on a bare-breasted knife fight? Although I would love to see that, I don't think it's a good idea.

Arianne: Oh, she finally decided to see if what Tyene and I told her is true? If so, we can share you. I love my cousins well.}

{Quentyn: I wanted to be like the heroes in the stories. That's why I accept my father's request.

Raziel: Most of those stories are either fake or told in a way that makes it look better than it actually was.

Quentyn: Even the ones I heard about you?

Raziel: Especially those ones. Just look at our current situation, we're on a city filled with savages that could kill us any second, on our way for me to fight their leader in single combat.}

{Obara: Where the hell is that boy that I saw fighting that day?

Raziel: That boy was not tired and hungry, was not using a poor quality sword and definitely was not with a desire to punch you for what you just did to his pet.

Obara: It will be fine, it's a fucking Lion.

Raziel: He's a Hrakkar actually and you shouldn't have attacked him.}

{Nymeria: I wish that he died at my hand. If he had, his dying would not have been so easy.

Raziel: You were no match against him. You saw how he defeated both your father and I.

Nymeria: But you got him in the end, which is the reason why we have been nicer to you. Now shut up and show me if you learned what I taught you.

Raziel: There's five knives on me. But I definitely can't reach them with the same speed that you do it.}

{Tyene: That is the beauty of poisons.

Raziel: It was horrible!

Tyene: Still thinks that it's a woman's weapon?

Raziel: My father is the one who said it, not me.

Tyene: And I hope that this little lesson made you think differently, now come here and let me make it up to you.}

{Raziel: That's a nice animal you got there.

Areo: Thanks.

Raziel: I was talking to the horse.}

(POV Preview.)

{Unfortunately, the pain in his head proved to be much worse than he originally thought. As he struggled to stand up, he noticed that someone was sharing the blanket with him.

And unfortunately, it wasn't the arm of a fine looking wench. "Robb! Get the fuck off of me!" Raziel yelled at his friend, who was passed out besides him with his arm on Raziel's chest.

The Prince pushed his arm aside and forced himself to stand up. Only to be greeted by the smile of a prick.

"What a shame, Robb looked so peaceful." Theon spoke while smiling at the current situation.

"Then you lay on the cold floor with him." Raziel replied bitterly. "Where's everyone else?" He asked as he looked around and sees a empty hall.

"How should I know?" He replied while eating a piece of bread. "I only saw your sister and the fat one, but I don't know about the rest." He bluntly explained. "Although, Robb's cousin was watching you sleep, not long ago and I think her dog licked the blood on your knuckles." Raziel's face remained stoic as he was already used to her watching him sleep. Though he had a feeling that it wasn't really the dog that licked his knuckles.

"Was she the one who put a blanket on us?" He asked, not even bothering to comment on what Theon just said.

"No, it was the slave girl." Theon replied with a smirk. "And she just put the blanket on you, Robb just took the half of it."

"Huuu." A small grunt came from Robb, who probably drank more than he should.

"Pull yourself together Robb, I'm the one who had a fist fight with Lord Umber." Speaking of which, his bruised knuckles are starting to inch.

"I can't believe you bit one of his ears off, they be talking about that for ages." Theon added while laughing.

"Huuuu." Another grunt came from Robb.

Raziel was starting to get annoyed at the heir of Winterfell. "Get up, Robb!" Raziel ordered him.

"Huuuuuuu." He grunts one more time.

Raziel then lost his patience at him and kicked him in the ribs. "Wake up!"

"AHHHH!" Robb screamed in response. "What is wrong with you?!" He touched his ribs in pain.

"Look where you're sleeping?" Raziel informed him while folding his arms.

Robb then took a good look around, and saw what Raziel was talking about. He attempted to get up from the floor, but with a lot of difficulty due to the obvious headache from the ale.

"Who knew you were such a drinker Robb." Theon commented at the misery of his friend as he stood up from the chair and approached them. "It's very surprising that-" But as soon as he got closer, Raziel headbutted him on the nose. "AHHHHH!" Theon yelled in pain as he fell into the cold floor afterwords. It didn't broke his nose, but it still hurted him.

Raziel held his head in pain, as he had forgotten about his headache for a second. Which is definitely gonna get worse now. But he yelled something to Theon nonetheless. "Don't call her, slave girl, ever again. You fucking sea squib!" Then he grabbed Robb and stood him up. "And you, get yourself sober." He ordered Robb. Before putting him on a chair.

The Prince then left the two heirs, without bothering to hear neither of them, to go find his friends and check the aftermath of those fist fighting matches of yesterday. He also needed to find Lord Umber to see if his son was ok, since the arm that he broke during their fight didn't look good. Alongside the fact that he needed to ask if Lord Umber's ear or what was left of it ,was healing.}