Chapter Sixty-Six

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The Crossroads Inn

The Crossroads inn is famous for being the last stop if you are heading from the North or somewhere near the Neck down to King's Landing. It also serves as a stop-by from anyone coming from the East that heads to The Vale. With it being on the pass with a direct access to the King's Road, it is only inevitable that it would be able to cater many different assortments of people from common folk farmers to traveling merchants and uptight nobles, the Inn has always been designed to cater them all. It even has at least a dozen mercenary bouncers which the owner uses to scare off bandits and opportunists wanting to take a shot on breaking in and stealing stuff.

While nothing compared to the pleasures and inns of the Capital or that of the more richer Cities of Westeros, the Crossroads Inn is a place that anyone at this area tends to stop by always either for rest or resupply.

That is also why the Royal Party with all its bling entourage parks it's butt juts outside the Crossroads Inn. Normally after just heavily resupplying at the Twin Towers, the new Outpost of Rivendell where the ugly Twins once stood, the large traveling group would have no need to resupply for a little while. However traveling for days with a gloomy Lord of the North who has the temperament of a zombie combined with that of a block of ice due to his worries, makes Robert want some "company". Apparently not having a woman to fuck has given the unofficial whore "gold mine" in King's Landing massive blue balls. Cersei of course is no help since "she's guarding her cunt like a damned septa" (as Robert so aptly calls it.

Thus after a long argument with his entourage and his new Hand who once more questions the wisdom of acquiescing to Robert's request to travel down South, it is decided that they stop by on The Crossroads Inn for Robert to…. "recuperate". Of course said recuperation is ongoing as a grimacing Ser Barristan and Jaimie stands guard outside the King's door as he enjoyed his ongoing "recuperation" with three whores.

The royal party on the other hand scattered on the field at the side of The Crossroads Inn, the different groups setting up their own pavilions and spaces. The largest of course of those groups belongs to the Royal party and that of Rivendell. Despite after all the closeness of Rivenell territory to The Crossroads Inn, the Death Dealers and the Black Guard in charge of Delianah are not taking any chances. They have learned their lesson on being caught off guard back at the North after all.

Thus as per the king's wishes, the royal entourage will stay here for at least a day till Robert finishes "recuperating" before making the long leg back to King's Landing. While for everyone else, it is just a time of delay and relaxation, for Delianah, it is time for her to execute her revenge.

No one damages something that she considers hers after all and gets away with it.

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Lannister Main Camp Tent

Tywin Lannister not for the last time massages his forehead as he watches one of his knights tutor the Crown Prince of the Realm about the different Houses that fall under the control of the Reach. A small scoff can be heard at the side of his table where said prince's sister is relaxing while eating one of those chocolate thingies that can only be found in Rivendell. Normally Tywin would have reprimanded Myrcella if not for the fact that her actions are justified. For the past hour Tywin has to listen on mistake after mistake from the future King of Westeros. Part of him basically wonders what in the world has that been boy's mother been teaching him these past few years.

"What kind of king would mistake the banners of his own subjects?" Tywin wonders to himself as he listens silently to another wrong answer from his grandson. It might sound amusing currently but in the future where he would be king, mistaking the banners of your subjects while holding court can cause unnecessary insults and enemies. Smaller enemies after all can group together to become larger problems if left unchecked.

The Targaryen Dynasty is proof to that.

"It seems that my decision to stay with the Royal Entourage is the right one," Tywin thought to himself as he holds back a grimace at another mistake of his grandson. It has come to his attention that in the process of securing the future of House Lannister and the Westerlands, he has been rather neglectful in his oversight on watching over the House's main asset, the future king of Westeros, his grandson. In a way it does not fall under his set of responsibility since it should have been Cersei's duty. Right now however as he observes his grandson, Tywin can only come to the horrible conclusion that his daughter horribly failed.

Thus once again it comes to Tywin's hands to wipe clean the mistakes and stains of his daughter's stupidity. Kevan can run the Westerlands in the meantime while he set his personal House in order.

"Thankfully not all of Cersei's children are useless," thought Tywin side glancing at his granddaughter sewing what it seems to be a purple translucent shawl with the insignia of Rivendell on it.

Tywin has to admit that his initial misgivings about Myrcella is unfounded. He can still recall being skeptical about it, the day when he decided first to send her out for fostering and being the only tie that his House would have on Rivendell. Fostering after all while being a great way of building trusts and friendships is not as foolproof as arranged marriages. Her granddaughter has proven him wrong. Not only is there peace and plenty between the Westerlands and Rivendell, but the ties between the two are rock solid due to the closeness of Myrcella and that of Delianah Tully. Between her and his management of the Westerlands, Tywin is confident that he would be able to create an alliance of strength that would encompass generations.

The sound of men screaming outside however breaks Tywin out of his musings quickly.

Tywin was a veteran of battle having participated in the Greyjoy Rebellion. He was there when the king's ship was attacked and he had to fight for his life.

That is why he is standing ramrod straight right now, Brightroar unsheathed in his hand. One can never truly forget the sounds of the dead and dying in the din of battle. That sound he is hearing once again outside just his tent. His instinct is apparently right for his granddaughter is also acting the same, a dagger mysteriously coming out of somewhere in her dress appearing now in her hand as she is standing and looking worriedly outside.

With a nod of his head, the Red Cloaks inside his tent are also in action drawing their own weapons and starting to move to the entrance flaps of his tent. They barely manage to take two steps however when without warning a ragged dirty looking man covered in soot roars inside with a falchion in his hands. Before the guards can even react at the unwanted visitor, the former roars and swings his falchion at the nearest target, the knight tutoring his grandson. The man unarmed and out of his armor is completely defenseless as the quick attack disembowels him spilling his guts all over his student.

The next few seconds are fast as far as Tywin can see, the prince screeches like a banshee in fright seeing that he is covered in guts and intestines even as unknown person readies to finish him off. He pauses however without warning as he croaked once or twice before falling on the ground unmoving like a statue, courtesy of a hairpin with a lion gold design stabbing where his heart would be.

Every eye turns at the princess who is ripping the dress skirt below her knees to free her legs and remove the cumbersome silk. She wordlessly picks up the falchion of the fallen enemy before turning to all of them minus the now fainted Joffrey.

"What are you all waiting for? Let's go!" she calls out before turning outside and running with a battle cry that clearly depicts House Lannister's House words of "Hear me Roar!".

For some reason Tywin knows that he should be annoyed and disappointed that his granddaughter is not acting lady-like and perfect. Yet for some reason, he cannot help but feel prouder of the person she has become.

His legacy.

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Main Camp, Royal Side

It is complete pandemonium. One second, the camp is bored and tired as hell in readiness for the evening meal. The next thing anyone knows, screaming men painted in white and ash are jumping from every blade of leaf and rock wielding makeshift weapons attacking every living thing that they could get their hands.

Suffice it to say that the defenders are completely unprepared. They have been expecting after all a few hours of boredom, maybe until dawn when the king is finished with his blue balls before heading back to King's Landing. An attack this close to Rivendell is completely unheard of and unnatural.

That is why Robert is moving right now angrily after having his fun time cut off quite early when three arrows pierce his tent cutting through the thin fabric easily. The whore that has been riding him is dead when an arrow pierced her by the side on the throat. Robert is lucky that he is under else he might have resembled a skewered pig.

Now he is shirtless, covered in sweat and terribly angry as he marches outside the flaps of his tent to where fighting is everywhere. Normally Robert is someone who enjoyed a good fight. The sudden cut off from his fun time however has dampened his cheery mood and he wants nothing more than to crack the skulls open of everyone of these bastards.

"YOUR GRACE!" the sudden sound of one of his Baratheon guards makes Robert turn wondeirn why the man is shouting when he suddenly pushes Robert to the side just in time for a spear to come flying out of nowhere and lands on the man's chest.

"Bastard!" Robert roars grunting to his feet pulling a cooking pot from the ground and hurling it at the killer cracking his skull via impact from the steel utensil.

"Your grace! Your grace!" he turns to see Barristan with two other Kingsguard and three Baratheon men running towards hi cutting a swathe through the fighting throngs. All of them are covered with scrapes, scratches with dried blood and mud.

"What is going on here Barristan?! Who are they?" demands Robert, expertly wielding his warhammer to break the neck of another charging man who tried his luck with him.

"We don't know your grace but we need to rally the men else we would be overrun," points out the Head of the Kingsguard wiping the wet blood from his visor.

Robert just grunts as he takes in the current scenario. Whomever their attacker is seems to have manage to get the jump on them. The entire camp is in pandemonium as it is each man to himself. However a small group of Baratheon Knights have been able to form a loose perimeter surrounding Robert's tent. It is probably the only reason why Robert has not been dogpiled and stabbed to death.

"What about the other camp? Where are the men of Rivendell and those beasts of hers?" asks Robert twirling his warhammer and landing it with a sickening crunch on the chest of one of his would be assailants that is able to break through the lines of Stormlander Knights.

"Engaged also sir, they have formed their lines on the entrances of their camp where the pickets are lowest. Their beasts unfortunately have been sent ahead of Rivendell," Barristan grimaces. "The Lady Delianah thought it would be wise sending them away to prevent any altercations with the local populace,"

Robert just grunts. While wise in the decision of hers to prevent conflict, he would have laughed to have their presence right now. Either way with his fucking disturbed, Robert would make do with fighting and get his blood pumping.

Raising his warhammer above his head, Robert shouts off the time honored classic Baratheon War Cry.

"Let's get-em men!" before bull rushing in with his guards behind him

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A Couple of Stones Throw Away from the Main Camp

Jaimie knows that he's not just good with a sword, no. He is very good. However no matter what an expert swordsman you are, one has to consider the odds of being dead when facing four to ten guys aiming for your head. Jaimie parries another two lunges of these unknown assailants of his with the third nearly piercing his ribs if not for the armor plate he is wearing. As it is though, he grunts as he can feel the attack bruise him inside. Countering with his pommel, Jaimie's next few seconds are a whirl of metal as he blocks, parries and counters the knives, dirks and spears of his assailants.

It was supposed not to happen like this. One second, everything is fine with him setting up the privacy tent for him and Cersei. With the fat king dealing with his blue balls problem and the camp setting up things for the afternoon and dinner meal, it would be the perfect excuse where he can be with Cersei in private with no one the wiser.

Instead dirty bandits appear without warning assailing the entire camp. It is a total fuck up and one that even Jaimie does not expect. This close after all to the famous inn and right smack dab at the Kingsroad, it would be stupid for bandits to attack. Knights after all or worse, members of the of the Silver Wings Order can be patrolling or traveling. Many an ill-equipped bandit have met their end with the swords of well-equipped elites of Westeros. Thus why Jaimie is almost literally caught with his pants down.

He is just thankful that he manages to get Cersei away after cutting down three of his assailants. While his end if he is overwhelmed might be ignoble. The end of a woman here in Westeros at the hands of these savages is something worse. Thus why he lets his sister run away to the woods where he might be safe. The bandits it seems are focused on attacking the Royal Entourage instead of scouring the woods. Normally Jaimie would never let her run off on her own, but in this case it would be the safer option than remaining here distracting him and making him worry non-stop for her safety.

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The Woods Unknown Area

Cersei groans as she opens her eyes. Her mind feels groggy and she has a splitting headache which almost makes her vomit. As queen of Westeros, she barely gets sick due to the pampering she is receiving. Add the fact that she's also a Lannister and that pampering is doubled. Thus in her entire career in life, she can count on her fingers the time when she really got sick. Unfortunately for Cersei, this is one of those rare times.

Vomiting to the side, Cersei's first realization is that she is tied up to a tree. Her mind whirrs in confusion. The last thing she remembers is that she is with her beloved Jaimie ready for the pleasure that is to come when they got assailed. Then she is running, running for her life as the bandits chase after her. Then sudden pain, as something has grabbed her shoulders and then Cersei is flying, flying while she screams her heart out. Then the falling, the fall and the sudden blinding pain on her legs.

Speaking of pain, she screams as it now makes itself known. She turns her head down to the source and almost vomits again as she sees her legs. Both are distorted into weird shapes with some bone jutting out from the mass of flesh. If not for the ropes tying her torso to the tree tight she would have been face planting. As it is, Cersei just dry heaves at the damage to her good self.

"Painful isn't it? Dropping from the air and landing on your leg always leads to results not pleasant," a very familiar voice makes Cersei lift up her head to see….

"You, bastard Tully," she speaks out in recognition not noticing the lack of subtlety from her words that she would never say otherwise in public.

The subject of her insult only smiles and Cersei can feel a shiver crawl down her spine. There is no comfort on that smile, no. In fact it reminds her of the smile of a wolf preparing to pounce on its prey.

"Glad to see that your true opinions about me is showing beneath all that royal pomp and courtesy, Cersei Lannister," she says simply.

"Help me out of here," Cersei half-hisses despite the fog of pain. "I am your queen. You should address me as Your Grace,"

"You're no queen of mine, Cersei Lannister," Delianah simply replies to her still with that annoying smile of hers as she leans down towards Cersei's face. "And why would I let you go? I am the one that tied you there after all and it is my Gryphon that kidnapped you and broke your legs,"

As Cersei's brain connect the dots, finally everything comes to place as she glares hatefully at the other woman.

"Traitor! My husband and my father would hear of this you hear me! You will not get away with this!" Cersei spits out angrily making sure that some of her spittle try to land on Delianah's face. To her surprise however the spittle does not make contact with her skin but instead floats harmlessly a few inches away from the woman's face.

"W-w-w-w-w-WITCH!" Cersei breathes out in horror.

"Bravo! Correct! That is the proper term!" Delianah Tully claps in mock applause. "As for your husband and your father, they don't mean shit to me. Currently they are fighting for their lives and the moment they find you, well you're nothing but a cold corpse by then. They would be blaming these bamboozled bandits whom I command and I would be the heroine that manages to track down your body and attempted to save you. Key word there is attempted,"

If not for the fog and haze of pain she is suffering from her lower extremities, Cersei might have been foaming at the mouth with all the insults she can think of to this uppity bastard turned Highborn.

"Why are you doing this? I have never done anything to you bastard. If you plan on being queen then I am afraid that killing me would not get you that!" Cersei chokes out. To her surprise though the bastard laughs out loud and is nearly doubling as she clutches the side of a tree in support of her laughter.

"Y-y-you actually think I am doing this to become queen?" she barks out in laughter again for a few minutes leaving a moaning Cersei gritting her teeth. "You can't be farther from the truth bitch! No brother-fucker. Yes, I know your secret, you don't have to act surprised," she adds the last part at the horrified look on Cersei's face.

"You see this is not made in any kind of desire or personal gain, no Lannister. This, this is revenge plain and simple. You see, your man fatally wounded a friend of mine back at the North while your ride on your brother's cock. No attack on me or mine goes unpunished, and unfortunately for you bitch queen, I don't like you enough where you get to keep your life,"

"I did not damage your whore-," the stinging pain at her cheek sends two of Cersei's teeth flying making her spit out blood.

"That is for calling my friend disgusting names," the bastard simply says. "And I find no more point in continuing this conversation. I don't like talking to dull people, especially entitled ones," she makes a whistle with her lips reverberating all around the trees.

For a second nothing happened then one by one they appeared, bandits that have those glazed eyes. Bamboozled as the bastard said before. They are all looking at her.

"Since you like fucking men that are not your husband dear Cersei, I suggest you make these men happy on your last moments," she simply says throwing a bag of coins at Cersei's face making her wince as it lands on her feet showing silver coins.

"Thirty silver coins for thirty men. Courtesy of Tyrion, your brother. It is a request of his. He is not after all pleased realizing that it is your idea to have his wife be whored out to the garrison of men instead of being paid and let go as your father originally intended. Good-bye Cersei. Send Death my greetings will ya?"

Cersei only screams and screams as the bandits slowly surround her. She is surprised however when they paused before making a space where she can see Delianah Tully is looking back at her. For a split second Cersei is relieved believing that the other woman might have changed her mind at the last second and stop her from getting this horrible fate.

"Oh I forgot," the bastard calls out with that victorious smirk of hers. "About that thing of me wanting your crown, I would not be the one wearing it but your daughter would be after your lover and crazy son is dead. Also we are fucking one another like bunnies, just want you to know," and with that she heads off.

Cersei might have screamed again in horror about what is to come in the future but she is never give the chance as the men surround her.

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Author's Note: sorry for the long update guys. Ghost Recon is really good and I am putting a large amount of time playing it which means less time for writing.