"Now then big fella, enough of that killing and the like, turn around nice and slow, there's a good lad" said the man holding the blade to her throat, his breath stank like a privy, nearly making her gag.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see another bandit standing off to one side, a rusty looking sword gripped in his hands.
Looking back she could see the bodies scattered all around, mostly dead bandits and the majority probably killed by the Stark, who was covered head to toe in blood and gore, his eyes wild looking in his head, blazing with blood lust and battle fury.
He straightened up and shook his head from side to side, as if clearing out knots from his neck and started to walk calmly forwards.
"Easy there, EASY! Stand still or I'll cut this little chits throat!" the man shouted, his voice wavering as Lord Stark kept on walking slowly forwards.
"Now you see you have to be wondering the odds right now, don't you? I mean it's just you and your colleague there left now, and how many of you were there at the start? I reckon there were a good ten and four of you, at least, but now? Not so many eh? And you saw how many I killed and you have to be thinking to yourselves, can I get away from here alive? And you have to be wondering that you will be lucky to walk away from this one alive, well I ask you, do you feel lucky?"
Lords Stark was now standing less than arms length away from the man who held her, Cersei whimpered with fear as she looked into Lord Stark's eyes, seeing nothing but cold and death in them.
"Barret, take his sword and shield! And don't make a move friend, or blondie gets cut!"
"See, that's the problem here, I know Barret's name, thanks to you but I don't know your name, and you don't know my name…"
"Who the fuck are you anyway?" shouted the man holding Cersei, his voice breaking, she could feel the tremors through his body as he shook with tension and fear.
"I am Ned Stark, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell."
"Oh fuck, the Black Wolf! Rylon, let's go, let's get out of here!" pleaded Barret, who still had made no move to disarm Lord Stark, beyond taking a shaky foot forwards and a just as quick retreat by two steps.
"You think you can move faster than my arm eh? I'll cut her throat before you can move lad, so I think you best be putting down your sword and shield. DO IT!" he screamed, shaking Cersei hard and pressing his knife to her neck to nick the skin and draw a tiny droplet of blood.
"Suite yourself" Lord Stark shrugged and dropped his sword and shield, Cersei's eyes went wide in panic at this and she went to scream so she missed the blur of motion that Lord Starks left arm and body had become. Suddenly Lord Stark was upon her, his hand tearing away the knife from her throat to the sound of breaking bone and the sick wet sound of tearing muscle and cartilage. Rylon let out an agonised scream that was cut short as Lord Stark twisted his arm back and rammed the knife through his left eye. Cersei heard his body thump to the ground behind her as Lord Stark turned to the last bandit.
"Well Barrett, I can give you two choices now, a quick death here or a slow death later on, your choice?"
The bandit whimpered in fear as the Stark advanced on him unarmed but to Cersei that only made him seem more dangerous, and the remaining bandit agreed with her as he dropped his sword from nerveless hands and turned as if to flee. He never made it, Lord Stark darted forwards and grabbed him in a headlock, swinging him close and twisting his head right around to the grisly sounds of snapping bone and gristle.
The Stark dropped the body of the bandit to the ground before turning and stalked back to her, as he stood before her she whimpered in fear.
"Are you okay my Lady?" he asked softly, her only response was to sob and choke a little.
"It's not the same as you read about it, or as you hear fools tell tales about it is it?"
"Wh, wha, what?" stammered Cersei.
"War, killing, battles, it's never described like this is it Cersei, no mention of the mud, the blood, the spilled guts and the men screaming for their mothers… and certainly not the stink of shit as dying men void themselves?"
Just then she got a waft of emptied bowls and nearly gagged, coughing and spluttering.
"Come Lady Cersei, it's time we got back, that secret weirdwood can wait for someone else to 'discover it' I think.
She stepped forwards gingerly, her balance was not right, she stumbled and nearly fell, only that Lord Stark was at her side, holding her up like she weighed nothing, prevented her from falling into the blood and gore splattered muck.
Cesei gagged again at the stench and heaved, vomited up her last meal, Lord Stark obliged by holding her hair back from her face until she dry heaved the last of it.
"YOU, you bloody fool! You had to go off on some lark and you nearly got me killed!" she screamed at him when she straightened up, her eyes blazing with fury.
"But you are still alive my Lady, and no harm befell you now did it?" asked Lord Stark, his eyes hard and cold in his face.
"That's not the point!" she screamed back at him, in her fury she made to slap him, but her palm did not reach his face, her arm was intercepted and held fast in a grip like iron.
"Now now Lady Cersei, let's not start this again shall we?" he smirked at her in that infuriating manner of his.
"Let go of me, Let me go!" she squealed and struggled in his grasp.
"What if I said no my Lady, what if instead I tore your clothes from your body here and now and fucked you like you want to be fucked, hard and raw?"
Cersei looked up into his face appalled by what he had just said and suddenly realised that if he wanted to there was nothing she could do to stop him. This dawning sent shivers running through her body, little rivulets of fire blazed and took hold, racing across her skin, leaving burning desire in their wake, her nipples hardened painfully, her breasts seemed to be agonizingly sensitive to the suddenly rough caress of the material of her shirt. Heat and an urgent desire made her belly tremble as she gasped and felt her legs turn to jelly, barely holding her upright.
"Ah but not this time my Lady, not this time, but soon…" Lord Stark whispered, pulling her suddenly close and turning around, in the distance down the forest track she saw Lannister men galloping towards them, her father at their head.