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Hadrian watched as his uncle paced back and forth in the tent. "You make it seem worse than it is." Hadrian stated as he had started donning his armor.
"You are facing a man who can cleave a horse in half." Ned panicked as he continued to pace. "How is it you are not nervous?"
"Maybe because he is only slightly bigger than Khal Drogo." Hadrian stated as he finished placing his greaves on. "Can you help me with the last piece?"
Ned turned to see his nephew in the blackest armor he had ever seen. "Where..." Ned started to ask before being cut off.
"Don't ask and I will not have to lie to you." Hadrian stated as he put his arms through the flexing metal pieces of his black armor. "Just know this is one of a kind. And has more runes on it then you have vassals."
"You look like the embodiment of death..." Ned muttered as he helped the lad pull his chest plate down finishing the armor as the pieces locked into each other.
"That has always been the plan." Hadrian stated as he put his dagger into its holster on his left thigh. "Better to be feared as Death incarnate then to deal with the Dothraki every couple of weeks."
"Are you ready?" Ned asked as he spotted the royal family going towards their seats from their tent.
"To kill a man?" Hadrian asked rhetorically. "Do not worry. I have something special planned for my performance."
"Let's hope you do..." Ned replied as he took his leave to sit with his own family.
Outside
Oberyn watched as the crowd of lords of the Seven Kingdoms slowly made their way into the arena. Next to him sat Daemon as he continued to look at the lords of the land chat and even placing bets. "Do you think this is really necessary?" He heard an elderly woman's voice from behind him say.
"I do not know grandmother. It seems to me like a massive power move." A voice he recognized said back to the woman.
Oberyn turned to see Willas smirking at him as he brought his grandmother and sister forward. "It is good to see you Prince Oberyn." Willas said as he crossed the distance extending his hand out.
"Willas," Oberyn started with a smile on his face as he took his hand and gripped his friend's forearm. "I am glad to see you in good health. It is good to see you alive and well as well, Lady Olenna."
"Oh please," Olenna grumbled as she moved to the seat nearby. "I know you much rather have this old bat buried in her rose gardens."
"Still as thorny as usual." Oberyn muttered but loud enough that she heard. "Oh yes, butter me up some more." Olenna mocked. "Heavens forbid you be anything but respectful."
"Grandmother!" Margaery gasped looking shocked at her grandmother's disrespect of a fellow lord.
"Please, be at peace." Oberyn said still with a giant grin on his face. "Your grandmother is one of the few people who has earned the respect to speak her mind."
"I see you still have your wits and tongue." Olenna said as she turned to Daemon. "And who is your companion?"
"Ah, my apologies." Daemon said as he bowed. "I am Daemon Sand, son of Ryon."
"My, a bastard and a prince. Tell me, how is it you came to be traveling with each other." Olenna questioned as she started to probe.
"I am on a return to see my family with my wife." Daemon stated as he sat down. "I was in the presence of Prince Doran when he received the news."
"Indeed, have you heard the rumors of the North?" Willas asked. "They say this man helped the Stark child from the brink of death."
"I would probably ask the Stark's about it. Lord Stark had just come out of the accused tent." Oberyn stated as he watched Ned leave the tent head towards his daughters.
"Hmm, Margaery can you please go give our condolences for the child's injury." Olenna stated as she was one of the Stark children standing with their guards.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Oberyn whispered to Olenna as he sat near the woman.
"Well, if I was, I certainly would not announce it." Olenna stated back as she looked as the King and his family enter the arena area.
"Hmm, it seems the betrothal is not going well..." Willas commented as Sansa walked in with Joffrey though they both seemed to be arguing.
"I have heard that it has yet to be completed. We may be able to use this..." Oberyn commented as he turned towards the Fat King.
"Loras seems to find who he has been talking to away at Tourneys." Olenna stated as she saw her grandson next to Renly Baratheon.
"Now we only need the old Lion here and we have all major players..." Oberyn said with his anger leaking out.
"My lords, we gather here for a trail by combat. A man accused of attempt on the crowned prince Joffrey's life." They heard Robert called out before they could continue there conversation. "Let this battle prove innocence or guilt."
Many started to whisper as Gregor stepped onto the arena. Ned however looked at the other tent nervously. "Lord Stark?" He heard turning towards the young woman that had approached his family. "On behalf of House Tyrell, we greet you and have heard grave news of your son."
Ned turned towards the newcomer, "House Stark greets you as well. I am sorry, I have not been south for some time. Please Lady..."
"Margaery of House Tyrell." Margaery replied with a bow.
"Lady Margaery. I am glad to see House Tyrell has such a lovely lady in its house." Ned stated as he kissed her knuckles.
"How is your son?" Margaery asked as she finished their etiquette.
"He is well, I have received news that he is starting to walk." Ned stated as he knew the news of his son had traveled far across the Kingdoms.
"That is wonderful. Last news we had in the Highgarden was that he was to be crippled." Margaery probed as she had been taught by her grandmother.
"Aye, House Stark owes much to the man that had healed him." Ned said as his eyes drifted towards the tent as a man came out signifying that the other combatant was ready.
"I wish to meet this man, he seems amazing." Margaery said as she looked towards the arena.
"Hadrian is amazing. He was wrongly accused and now has to deal with this." Arya said with a look of anger towards the prince.
"Arya, you can't say that." Sansa scolded her sister as she arrived to her family with a huff.
"If you had spoken the truth none of this would be happening." Arya countered back.
"I did not remember what happened!" Sansa angrily snapped back. "I was so light headed and frustrated. BESIDES it isn't like a commoner should have gone against a Prince."
"You sound like it was his fault!" Arya yelled.
"Enough," Ned commanded as he had heard enough. "We have company."
"It is ok, I have argued with my brothers often as well." Margaery stated as she smiled. "It is a pleasure to meet you both."
Arya stared at the other girl and turned her head. "Another pretty lady playing her role." She muttered as she looked at the arena.
"I am sorry for my sister." Sansa said as she bowed. "I am Sansa, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"I am Margaery Tyrell. It is my pleasure as well." Margaery replied as she smiled. "May I sit with you?"
"Of course," Sansa said before her father could reply. "Please sit next to me."
It was then they heard Robert make his announcement.
Hadrian stepped out of tent in his armor. Hearing gasps from around the arena as his armor shined in the sun. He turned to look at the royal family as his violet eyes glowed. He watched as all of them pale as his helmet did not allow them to see his face. "I, Hadrian Stark, son of Benjen Stark and Samira Stark stand before you to prove my innocence." He said watching them become ghost white as they turned to Ned.
"Let this trial by combat commence." Robert cried out as he sought his friends eyes.
Hadrian turned towards the towering man in front of him. "It seems we meet on the battlefield not of our design." Hadrian commented as the man slowly walked towards him.
"Dead men do not need to talk." Gregor said as he swung his sword down.
Around the arena, everyone stared in shock. The mountain's blade, known to cut a man from helm to ass stood stopped by one curved dagger and arm. "My, my. So quick to kill." They all heard the voice as the black armored man stared up at the hulking figure standing over him. "It must be your lack of a brain that causes this."
"I will Kill YOU!" Gregor roared as he tried to push his blade with his entire strength.
"I think not. Expelliarmus." Hadrian replied as a red orb shot out of his dagger.
Everyone watched as the blade of the Mountain rebounded off the dagger, as it flew behind Hadrian. Hadrian quickly slammed his elbow into the giant man's stomach launching him towards the end of the arena. "Now, we should not make this too quick. After all, I am sure we both have much to discuss."
Gregor looked down at his armor in shock. He, began to cough as blood came from his mouth. "You seem in shock." He heard the man he was tasked to kill mock him. "I need you to answer some questions for me."
Hadrian slowly walked toward the giant man as he looked at the red blade. "Do not worry, you will have a warrior's death. But first, how about some history." Hadrian said as he twisted his blade as he dashed stabbing his blade and cutting off the foot of the man.
Gregor screamed in pain as fell to the ground. He looked at the man standing over him. With hatred he reached out to fall his opponent. "Such a barbaric way of thinking." He heard as the red blade pierced his gauntlet hand. "You see, I need information from you."
Gregor roared as the blade was twisted cutting off his fingers. Blood flowed directly into the blade as Gregor grabbed his hand. "Oh relax, you will not die until I get what I want." Hadrian told him as he cut the other foot of Gregor. "Here, Episkey."
People watched as the man's bleeding limbs seemed to heal up causing them to become stumps. Many of the weak stomach people turned their heads and puked as they watched Hadrian cut the last hand off the man before healing it.
"Now, that I have your attention." Hadrian said as he watched the hulking man look in shock over the pain. "I have some questions..."
Cersei looked deathly pale as the man who was her family's strongest enforcer be tortured. She turned to her brother as she saw the terror he had on his face. "Now, in the rebellion, there was a rumor that you killed children and a daughter of Dorne. Is it true?" She heard the black armored man who she feared was The Stranger incarnate.
"You BASTARD!" She heard Gregor cry out as he looked at his stumps for hands.
"Wrong answer. Crucio!"
The scream of the man echoed as he spasmed looking as if he wished to cry out but the pain would not allow him too. It had last for a few moments before she heard again. "Now, what happened?"
"I will kill you!" Gregor cried out as he tried to crawl away from Hadrian.
"You do not seem to learn." Hadrian said with a sigh. "Crucio!"
The spell connected as he watched the man spasm. He left it on for a minute this time as he wanted the man to truly know that he had no control. "Now, I ask again. What happened?" Hadrian questioned again. "Do not think I am using the full strength of my magic. I can keep you alive for years as I slowly torture the answers I want out."
"Enough, the man is defeated. Kill him and prove your innocence." Robert cried out as he was deathly pale.
"No." The voice cried out silencing everyone as they all looked on in fear. "The man is not dead, therefore the fight continues." Hadrian stated as he turned to the king. "Your spawn and wife chose this."
Hadrian turned to the man as he spat on the ground pulling his helmet off. "You declared this a death match. Dead men tell no tales." Hadrian stated as he turned back to the crawling man. "Now, I ask again. What HAPPENED!?"
Hadrian cast the spell again this time it was so strong they all heard the man screams echo around them. Hadrian released the spell moments later. He watched in fascination of the spell that his memories had told him about. It would have landed him an eternal imprisonment in his past life. Here he was a King. He stepped towards the man as pulled his blade up. "Wait..." He heard the cowering man cry out.
"Oh, maybe there is a brain there." Hadrian mocked. "Now, confess what happened?"
"I killed them!" Gregor cried out as he felt the effects of the spell hit him again.
"And who was it that gave you the orders to do so?" Hadrian said as he placed his helmet back on his head.
"Tywin..." Gregor whispered out but it might have been him yelling it as a pin dropping could have been heard in the arena.
Oberyn watched in shock as he heard the man confess what he wished to know. For years he plotted to get the information. Now, he had it. He turned to Daemon. "It seems your lord is ruthless." He said to the man next to him.
"You do not know the half of it." Daemon retorted seeing the eyebrows of the Tyrells get raised higher.
"Now, you must know more." Ned heard Hadrian state as he continued to watch his nephew torture the vile man. "Now, Samira the Bloodstorm. Who was it that had her killed?!"
Ned blood drained fully as he turn to meet his friend's eyes. Robert looked as if he had seen a ghost as the blood had completely drained from his face at the name. "Enough! End this farce by order of the king!" He saw Robert order out.
A chill ran up Ned's spine as he heard the chilling laugh ring out. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Hadrian laughed as he stabbed the leg of the Mountain. "You, the demon of the Trent, King of the broken Kingdoms command me."
Ned watched as Robert stared right at the young man as he heard Hadrian continue. "Me, not a subject of this realm. A man who was wrongfully accused."
Ned watched as he pointed at the prince as he said those words. "Now, instead of being the man of justice and allowing me compensation for the wrongful accusation, wish for me to silence the truth!"
Ned watched as many had grown ghost white as Hadrian pointed his dagger out. "My mother was killed by this Kingdom. I am now demanding retribution. I am demanding Justice. I am demanding the name who will be the man who ordered her death!"
They all watched in horror as Hadrian turned back to Gregor. "Now, who was it?" He whispered to the downed man as he slammed his blade into the shoulder of the downed man.
"I do not know!" Gregor cried out as he felt the blade being twisted. "It was discussed to eliminate the competition for the crown."
"AND WHO WAS IT THAT MADE THE CALL?" Hadrian yelled as he slowly pulled his blade out and into the other shoulder.
"Tywin!" The man cried out as he felt his body be torn apart by the blade sucking up his blood.
"There was that so difficult." Hadrian said as he looked at the king. "I have my name. Sectumsempra!"
They all watched as if an invisible blade cut the man multiple times. They all watched as the last breathe left Gregor Clegane as Hadrian turned his back on him walking out of the arena.
An hour later
Daemon quickly walked his way towards his lord. Many had lost their nerve at the sight of Hadrian's brutality. Honestly, he thought it was justice. How many men and women had that man killed in worse ways. Still he knew Hadrian needed him now. Beside him, Oberyn walked calmly. Daemon could tell the amount of relief and anger the Prince had. "Your lord probably just caused the next greatest war for these kingdoms." Oberyn said as he watched Daemon turn towards the docks.
"Yes, but it was necessary." Daemon stated as he walked towards the Galahad, the flagship of the Avalon trade ships.
"He really had that sent here?" Oberyn questioned as he spotted the Avalon ship in the harbor.
"I am sure he didn't." Daemon smirked a he heard yelling from the captain's room as they slowly boarded the ship.
"OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS YOU HAVE DONE?!" They heard a woman yell out.
"It wasn't that bad..." They heard a man reply. A man who just prior had silenced most of the Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms.
"You went against a man who was known to kill with such brutality that he was known as the mad dog of the Lannisters!" They heard as they closed to the door.
"I had everything under control." They saw Hadrian talking to a mirror as Daemon opened the door.
"Control!" Daemon heard Daenerys yell. "It that was control that got you into that mess. It was suppose to be a quick meet with your family and return home."
"It was not my fault." Hadrian tried to counter.
"Yes, yes. You just had your trouble follow you." Missandei countered as she glared at him through the mirror. "Then you proceeded to have your saving people thing by getting involved."
"I..." Hadrian started before he was cut off.
"You are sleeping with Samira for two weeks when you get back." Missandei stated as she removed his argument. "You will be lucky to even get a kiss when you get back."
"Yes, dear..." Hadrian deflated. "I will be home soon."
"See to it that you are." They both said as they cut off the connection.
"Hahahaha, the destroyer of the Mountain who rides, is defeated by women." Oberyn laughed out.
Sighing, Hadrian turned to the newcomers. "You of all people have no right to say anything." He said pointing at Daemon as he was about to say something.
"Introductions, Prince Oberyn meet Hadrian Stark, Lord of Avalon." Daemon said with a smirk.
"It well met." Oberyn put his hand out. "House Martell owes you a debt."
"Think nothing of it." Hadrian stated as he gripped the mans hand. "I have heard of your family's wish for vengeance. As someone who knows the feeling of losing a love one to someone else's plot, I simply wished for you to have closure."
"Be that as it may, we have much to discuss." Oberyn stated as he took a seat.
"It seems we do." Hadrian replied smiling at the Prince.
Redkeep
Cersei walked with towards her room with her brother with her. They walked passed the guards as they walked into the office area. "Cersei, this isn't good." Jaime stated as he watched his sister grab the wine placed nearby.
"Please, this changes nothing." Cersei stated as she was still pale from the brutal murder of Gregor Clegane.
"You did not see what that man did? Did you not hear what Gregor stated?" Jaime said as he slammed his hand down on the table.
"Father, would..." Cersei started before being cut off.
"Father will have his time trying to not have a war with two different kingdoms!" Jaime yelled back as he paced the room. "Not only did it imply that he was the cause to the deaths of the Martell family, but now Starks."
"And what will they do with that information. Nothing." Cersei said as she looked towards her window. "Besides, that man will not live to see the morning. We have the best men looking for him now. I am still queen."
"This is a very dangerous game Cersei." Jaime tried to reason. "The man is strong. He took down a man that killed hundreds in the war. If you attempt to kill him, it will be like admitting all the things happened."
"Do not worry, we will not have to worry about him by the end of the night." Cersei reassured herself as she wrote a note and handed it to her guard outside of her room.
Sansa walked with Margaery after the trail. They were both in shock of the brutality of the man she now knew was her cousin. "You know, for all that your cousin did, that man deserved it." Margaery was the first one to break the silence.
"He savagely killed that man." Sansa argued as she still heard the screams of the hulking man as he was tortured.
"Yes, but I have heard stories of what that man had done to others." Margaery countered. "He was a monster."
"It still was not right." Sansa countered as her fear took control of her. "He was not honorable."
They continued afterwards in silence as Margaery did not wish to argue against the young girl that she had just started a friendship with just an hour prior. They continued to walk towards the Hand of the King's quarters. Just before they arrived, they crossed paths with Joffrey. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my traitorous betrothed." Joffrey angrily spit out. "Come to have your cousin humiliate me again?!"
"Of course not your grace." Sansa said seeing her betrothed. "We were merely walking to rest."
"I think not." Joffrey said as he had his guards stop them. "I believe it is time to punish you for your families sins."
"Please your grace, we are just on our way to rest." Margaery said trying to de-escalate the situation.
"Shut up you whore." Joffrey snapped. "I am the Prince. I am in charge! Guards take them towards the throne room."
"Please, your grace." Sansa cried out as they were dragged towards the throne room.
Ned sat in the small council room as Robert had called an immediate meeting. "You did not tell me that it was your nephew."
"He wished to not be treated different, your grace." Ned stated as he had this argument for since they left the arena.
"He caused an uproar that can collapse all that we fought for!" Robert yelled as finally sat down.
"We must immediately send people out to Dorne to stop them from declaring war." Renly stated as he saw the writing on the wall.
"Your grace, my little birds have reported that Prince Oberyn was seen with a man by the name of Daemon Sand heading towards a boat from Avalon." Lord Varys replied. "Perhaps we can speak with the man to talk to his brother. We can do all we can to avoid conflict."
"Seven Kingdoms! Seven Bloody Kingdoms. And now because of my foolish son, we will be in war." Robert roared as he slammed his hand down.
"We can avoid all of this," Petyr Baelish started. "We just need to have Tywin admit the truth."
"That blast Old Lion would never admit giving the order. Even if it is the truth." Ned said as he remembered the reason he left the politics of the southern kingdoms after the war.
"Send word to Lord Tywin," Robert started before the door slammed open. "What in the Seven Hells now?"
"I am sorry your grace. Lord Stark, you must hurry. We must stop this." Jory called out as he rushed in.
"What is going on?" Ned raised from his seat.
"His grace, is punishing Sansa..." Jory said as he had a cut on his right arm.
"Seven hells." Robert stated as he rushed out after Ned.
Several minutes, Sansa dealt with people staring and laughing at her. She had been pushed and slapped by the Kingsguard that were guarding Joffrey. Her lip was bleeding slightly as she looked over towards her new friend as she was not much better. "I think they are much too dressed. Remove their dresses." Joffrey ordered.
He sickly grinned as the guards started to tear away the clothes. He heard their cries out of mercy. He watched as the remaining pieces of clothing was torn away from their bodies revealing their naked bodies to all the guards. "Now we shall prepare your punishment." Joffrey stated as he grabbed the whip his guard had.
"What is the meaning of this!" They heard a voice come through the door.
Joffrey turned to see his father and Lord Stark rush into the room. "Make way NOW!" Robert roared as he saw the guards surrounding the girls. "Seven Hells!"
Ned rushed the two girls pulling his cloak off wrapping them both in it. "What is the meaning of this?!" The father roared embodying the very sigil his family is known for.
Before Joffrey could respond, he was slapped by his father. "Are you mad?! DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU ARE DOING?!"
"This is her punishment! She is suppose to be with me?!" Joffrey cried out as he looked in shock at his father. "I am the future king!"
"Guards, detain my son. See to it he does not leave his room." Robert commanded. "NOW!"
The guards quickly rushed to follow the kings orders grabbing the prince dragging him towards his room.
"Ned..." Robert tried to start.
"Is this what will happen to my daughter?!" Ned roared as his guards arrived taking the girls away. "To be tortured?"
"No... Seven Hells, Ned." Robert tried to find his words.
"Perhaps, our children should never see each other again." Ned said as he stared at his old friend. "If he so much as comes near my daughters, he will be killed."
"Seven hells..." Robert muttered as he slumped into Iron Throne as he watched, the man know as the Quiet Wolf, walk out of the room on his way towards his daughter.
Tyrell lodging
Olenna sat with her grandson as she waited for her guest. She had watched the aftermath of the deathmatch, if you could call it that. She had seen the fear in the royal family as they quickly fled from the arena. She turned to her grandson as he nervously tapped his cane on the ground. She had seen many puking and in shock as the man being ripped to nothing but bones and blood remained. Honestly, if she had not seen death of war in her kingdom, she would have been with them. "Grandmother, that man is dangerous." She remembered Willas tell her as he finally came out of his shock.
"He is only brutal to his enemies." She heard as the door opened up.
She saw both Daemon Sand and Prince Oberyn walk in as she had requested the meeting. "Hadrian is a hard man." Daemon stated as he walked to the corner.
"Did you ask him?" Willas questioned as he saw his friend take his seat grabbing the wine.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Oberyn cheeked back as he turned to the door.
"I heard you wished to speak with me?" Hadrian said as he appeared out of thin air with a mischievous grin on his face.
"You can give me a heart attack doing that!" Olenna countered as she put her hand on her chest.
"Sorry," Hadrian replied though he didn't seem like he was. "You asked to see me?"
"We.." Willas started as he stood up to greet the man. "We heard you performed a miracle..."
"Hmm, which one?" Hadrian asked as his eyes looked on towards the two Tyrells.
"Your cousin." Olenna stated as there was no way to beat around the bush. "We heard you made it so he could walk again."
"Ah, and you wish to see if I can help your grandson." Hadrian calculated. "How much do you trust them?"
Oberyn looked at the young man he had the pleasure of talking to after the match. "Olenna, none. Willas he is a friend that, I cherish as the first man who looked passed an accident and I wish to have corrected."
"Please, is there a way for me to be able to walk without this stupid cane?" Willas asked. "I will give anything."
"Daemon, seal off the room." Hadrian said as he turned to the man. "This is going to hurt."
"I am used to pain." Willas stated as he resolved to do anything to be healed.
"Please go lay on the bed. I will be in shortly." Hadrian stated as he turned to the woman.
"Whatever you can do, please." Olenna started. "House Tyrell will be in your debt."
"Do not interrupt me." Hadrian stated as he followed Willas. "This will be loud as his injury is old and he is also awake."
After a few moments, Olenna turned to the Prince of Dorne. "What are your plans, now?"
"I never thought I would get this information so quickly." Oberyn said as he sighed. "The Lannisters have much to answer for."
"They..." She started before she heard he grandson screams resound their townhouse in the city.
The screams rang out for ten minutes before silence spread throughout the house. Olenna and Oberyn stared at the door before it opened. "He will need rest for the next hour as the magic and potions finish their work." Hadrian started as he went to sit down slightly drained. "He should make a full recovery."
"Thank the Seven." Olenna sighed with tears in her eyes. "Will he be able to ride and fight again?"
"He will do that and more." Hadrian said as he sighed taking a cup filling it with water from a flask from his bag.
"We were discussing what are next course of action." Oberyn stated as he looked at the man. "We were discussing an alliance between our kingdoms."
"I believe we can come to some agreement that would benefit all of us." Olenna stated as she looked at the man who just an hour prior had killed the biggest threat the Lannisters had.
For the next thirty minutes they discussed trade between their kingdoms. Hadrian had always hated this part of being a lord of a city. It was so annoying to make backroom deals. He understood them but he still hated them.
"Perhaps," Oberyn started getting a look of mischief to him. "We send your granddaughter with him when he leaves. As an ambassador while we discuss the next course of action."
"I can convince Mace to do it. Though he will want to have some of our guards and vassals as her handmaidens." Olenna stated as she looked at Hadrian.
"Fine," Hadrian started but before he could continue the bedroom door opened.
"Grandmother!" Willas cried out as he walked on his own too feet.
"Willas," Olenna started with tears in her eyes.
Before they could start however, Daemon entered the room. "There was trouble in the keep." He said as he brought Alyn, a Stark guard into the room.
"What happened?" Willas questioned as he was acting lord for his family in the city.
"Lord Stark wishes to have you all join him in the keep. It is and emergency." Alyn said as he looked at the man sitting in the corner.
"What is your name?" Hadrian asked.
"Alyn my lord." He responded swallowing as Hadrian's eyes seemed to stare directly into his soul.
"We should go." Hadrian said as he pulled his cloak around him as he stood up. "Daemon, we will execute on plan omega."
"What is plan omega?" They all questioned Daemon as they saw Hadrian disappear.
"Assume anyone is hostile. Eliminate all combatants that are even a threat." Daemon stated as he loosened the straps on his sword and hidden daggers.
So some explaining of why Margaery was with Sansa in after the fight to the death will be explained next chapter. Just remember though Game of Thrones is all about scheming and cutting down your allies to raise you own standings. If you want an example, look at the Tyrell and Lannister alliance. They schemed against each other to gain control of the north. I also really enjoyed exploring Hadrian's sadistic side. He is normally calculating and strong, but I wanted to show a side of him we do not see in actual Harry Potter. We see moments of it against certain people like him trying to curse Snape but that was a righteous anger. This is truly different when you place a man who has fought battles, killed multiple times over the amount of people with his bare hands. It showed how much he has anger and wanting someone to be hurt when he cast the cruciatus as a form of torture to get information. Hadrian is Harry but Harry is not Hadrian. He did not have the people around him to protect him and keep him from his darker tendencies. Other than his mother and she was someone who had seen the cruelties of the world and prepared him for it.