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Ned Stark
Kings Chambers
Ned paced the room quietly as the king finally seemed sober. Though he could tell from the man's expression, it was not going to be easy to calm him should he lose his temper. The drink tempered it to a degree, and in some unfortunate cases.. amplified it. However, he liked his chances now more than before.
"Alright, Ned. You've kept me from my drink this morning, there'd better be a good reason for it." Robert leaned back into his chair, an audible groan was heard.
Ned took a deep breath before starting, "Your Grace, the council received word from Commander Janos Slynt that there have been a number of killings in the lower levels of the city."
Robert tilted his head slightly, "Killings? You mean... murders?"
Ned shook his head at it, "I don't see it as such your grace, though some do. The individuals that were involved were known traffickers, murderes, thieves, and rapists. The death toll after the first reports are... concerning."
Robert waved one of his arms and shook his head at this, exasperated by the words he was hearing. "For the love of the Mother will you spit it out, Ned!? How many have died?"
Ned didn't waste another second stalling, "Two hundred thirty-seven as of yesterday."
Ned was greeted with a chilling silence, he soon met his kings eyes and knew the man wasn't pleased. He seen Roberts eyes glance at the wine jar and his empty cup before darting back to Ned. "How long has this been kept from me, lord stark." The formality wasn't lost on Ned, it wasn't his best friend he was talking to anymore. It was King Robert Baratheon.
Ned took a breathe to ready himself for the inevitable explosion, "A month, your grace." He had the decency to look embarrassed he'd let it get this far. He prayed the gods favored him for this exchange, if Six becomes compromised.. the investigation into the Lannisters could come to light.
His catastrophic thinking was abruptly stopped as Robert rose from his chair in a fury.
"A MONTH?!" Robert roared onto his feet, the man swiftly walked over to the wine not caring about his hands plea to stay sober anymore. Truthfully, Ned wasn't going to stop him if things got worse. He couldn't.
Downing the first cup immediately, he poured another before downing half of it as well and refilling again. The pregnant silence was broken after an audible sigh of what could only be interpreted as relief. Robert slowly shifted his gaze back to Ned, disappointment clear in his eyes.
"When I came to you in Winterfell, to ask you to be my Hand. It was because I trusted you, and only you to never betray me or keep things from me. For the love I have for you as the brother I chose. I will give you this one chance to tell me." Robert approached Ned, the steps he was taking were slow and deliberate. It wasn't until Ned could smell the wine on his breathe did he stop his approach.
"Who, and don't tell me you don't know. As honorable as you are, Ned. You wear your intentions on your sleeve, the south isn't the place for it. The fact that whoever is responsible for this hasn't killed a single innocent life will be taken into account. Keeping vital information from me regarding the deaths of my citizens regardless of their actions will never happen again.. am I understood, lord stark?"
Ned nodded his head immediately at this, and could see Roberts shoulders visibly drop. The question he asked first had yet to be answered and the king was still waiting.
"Six.. he's the one who's responsible." Ned confessed, he had to admit that he hated having to tell Robert about his involvement.
Robert raised an eyebrow in surprise before his features seemed to relax slightly, a few moments of silence before the king silently downed the last of his wine and set the cup down. "Aye... that sounds like something he'd do."
Ned was taken aback, the king wasn't furious? "What?"
Robert didn't look at him or answer his question, he instead walked over to the balcony that oversaw the city. "I hate this city.. with every fiber of my being I hate it. Surrounded by golden haired cunts and backstabbing politicians, and that damned chair. Sometimes I wish we'd lost that war... not truly, you know what I mean, Ned." Robert shook his head at what he said, but his displeasure and depression took hold in some moments.
Ned nodded his head as he joined his king, the stench wasn't as strong as when he'd first got here. The sewage system was only recently being repaired and cleared. Thank the gods, some progress was being made. The silence between the two was not awkward, however there was an uneasy tension now present.
Robert was more than upset his hand kept something from him, but with the new information he now knew. Robert simply couldn't blame Ned, not for letting Six clean up the city. Should he have asked for the kings permission?
Ned shook his head at the thought, no way to know now. "If it pleases your grace, I will order him to stop his actions."
"You'll do no such thing, Lord Stark." Robert fixed his gaze on his friend. Before Ned could ask why, he was cut off again by the king.
"Gods damn you, Ned. That Spartan of yours has done more for my city in one month than mine own brother, the fucking master of laws! Has done in years, and not one innocent life has been lost. Oh what I'd do to have more of him."
Ned pales at the thought, a king like Robert with a man like Six under his direct command? It wasn't a pleasant thought. "What would you have me do?" Ned asked.
Robert remains silent and downs the rest of his wine. Grimacing as he realized that was the last of it, "Tell your Spartan to keep doing whatever it is, he's doing. I trust you, Ned. However, I will say this once and that's it." Robert glared hard at Ned. "Don't ever keep anything from me again, Undserstood?" Ned nodded and Robert left it at that.
The king sighed loudly before grabbing his tunic, "Well let's salvage this day, shall we. We have a champion to crown today, eh?" Robert laughed heartily as the mood in the room changed swiftly.
Ned was grateful for the change in subject, all in all he considered the conversation a victory. He didn't have to divulge the investigation into the kings heirs. Ned didn't like ordering Six to shift his focus, but right now they needed more evidence and fast.
"I'll meet you at the tourney grounds, your grace." Ned informed and was waved away with a nod.
Thank the old gods
He left immediately, his steps growing heavier with each one taken. Ned could feel the grey hairs forming from just being there. First things first, however.
Get through this damned tourney.
He cast a sideway glance at Six's room as he passed it, he knew he wasn't in there. He never was. So he kept going until he passed Sansa's and could hear the sounds of a dress being put on. At least he wouldn't have to wake her up, now Arya on the other hand. Ned chuckled to himself, it reminded him of when she was younger and would stay up later than needed.
As he came upon her door, he could hear the sound of snoring an smirked to himself. It was so like her to do this, he didn't bother knocking as he entered. His eyes caught sight of her and his heart clenched.
What in all seven hells?!
She was... covered with dried blood, and it looked like she tried to wash it off but he could see the remains. So many questions slammed into him as he ripped the furs from her form, waking her up. Anger and confusion ripe in his expressions.
The moment her eyes flew opened and she realized who had woken her, she knew she messed up. "Arya Stark.. you will explain.. this. NOW." He had to calm himself down, the wolfs blood boiled inside him.
Arya frantically got out of bed and from the look on her face, she couldn't find a viable excuse to use. No words came from her until she found what courage she had, "It's not mine!"
That did little to avail Ned's concerns, it actually made it worse. He didn't say a word as he motioned for her to continue, "I was chasing cats in the lower levels and fell into an alleyway. I... I got grabbed."
Ned's anger faltered for a moment before increasing, who dared to harm his daughter?! He would have their bones. "Who grabbed you?"
Arya looked away clearly embarrassed by her actions, "I don't know.. I didn't get a good look at him before he..." Her voice changed slightly, a very small tremble was heard. This wasn't normal fear though, this was something primal. As if she had a hard time reliving it, changing his tune he set down on her bed and patted the bed for her to sit down.
She complied and he waited for her to calm down, for which she was grateful. He was still angry, but his daughter would come before his rage, every time.
"Whatever it was, ripped him away from me and.. father do you remember the horse that had to be killed years ago. The sound it made?" Ned nodded his head.
"He was torn apart, father. I.. I didn't know what to do so I ran, and fell into a puddle of blood. That's why I look like this, truly father. I didn't wait around to find out what it was, but I know I'd have been hurt if it hadn't." Arya lowered her head and he could hear a few sniffles, he placed his hand on her back.
"Arya.. I am more relieved that you are safe than I am angry with you. Now do you see why I have warned you about this place, if it hadn't been for him.." Ned realized to late as he scolded his daughter that he'd almost let it slip.
Aryas eyes widened a fraction before it was gone, Ned cursed quietly. She was smarter than he gave her credit for, and a small smirk formed on her lips. "So you do know who it is?"
Ned glared at her, "That's enough of that, you are far too much like your aunt." The last bit he couldn't help but smirk.
Arya giggled to herself before she reined herself in, "I'm sorry, father. I won't do it again, I promise." The conviction in her voice, was all he needed to hear. He knew she'd keep her word, all Starks did.
"Good, now get dressed, we've less than an hour before the tourney starts." Ned seen her face light up, maybe today wouldn't be so bad?
Tourney Grounds
Ned and Sansa Stark
Today was off to a horrid start, her hair had been a right awful mess and refused to cooperate. Her handmaidens fussing to each other on how best to approach, only adding to her frustration.
By the time she had finished herself up, her father ushered them into the carriage. Not much was said between the two sisters as Arya slept most of the way. Sansa was left to her thoughts and she recounted how Joffrey was going to be present at the champions meeting. He had been inviting her to dinner more often now, and truthfully.. she felt that he had taken his punishment to heart.
He was to be her husband and she had to find a way to make life tolerable with him, if all this was a ploy. She hoped it wasn't, the thought of having golden haired babes with a good and noble prince Joffrey had begun to try and be? The image made her heart skip.
A pleased smile crept over face as she leaned her head back against the wall. Yes, she would be fine, and so would her family.
BANG BANG BANG
Sansa jolted upwards before the door was opened and her fathers head poked in, a small grin on his face. "Come on girls, the gods didn't see fit to add more hours to Tuesday."
Arya giggled as she bolted out the door, hastily looking for her seat so she could watch the proceeds. Ned didn't see a point in chasing her as Jory sped past him not on her tails.
Sansa smiled slightly as she watched the two, her father placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her one of his grim smiles. Her eyes lingered on his for a while, and she could see the pain he tried to hide. He would never tell her, of course. He never did. It hurt her so much to see her father, the one who would hold her and rock her to sleep when she was scared and wanted to be comforted, grief stricken.
Perhaps she should spend more time with him. After all, no one knows where the stranger will go.
Sansa took her fathers offered arm and followed him, "You seem better today, father.. less stressed." She'd noticed he was in a much better mood than days past. Like he'd been able to take a breathe for a moment.
"Aye, I talked with the king and we've made some progress. Today is a good day, how has the prince been treating you?" Ned asked, his voice becoming lower as he asked.
Sansa gave a small smile, "He has been.. different, less brutish." She giggled that last part out, as Ned rubbed her hand and gave her a firm kiss on the head.
"Good, Robert told me he's been keeping a closer eye on him so stays on his best behavior. The moment he shows any mistreatment towards you, the betrothal is off. Consequences be damned." He said to her.
Sansa almost tripped over herself listening to him, she never thought he'd consider breaking off the betrothal because of Joffreys actions. It warmed her heart to know that should he relapse into his old habits, she would have a way out.
However, she couldn't help but ask.. who would she marry if not Joffrey?
"If that were to happen, father. Who else would you have in mind for me?" She asked and briefly glance to see his reaction.
Ned slowed his speed for a moment before continuing, "I.. don't know, love. I do know this, whoever it is, will be brave, gentle, and strong. Someone who will protect you and our family." Ned kept her gaze for a second more before they arrived at their seats.
She too in turn, took her seat and it was the she noticed Ser Loras Tyrel slowly coming down his aisle of the joust. A confident smirk was for all to see as he carried a rose for a lady.
Sansa couldn't take his eyes off such a handsome and gallant knight. Her heart beginning to quicken as he stopped in front of her and her father. Loras smiled a bit more as he lowered the rose to her.
She couldn't believe Loras was choosing her! Oh how she knew it was a sign of good things to come. She gently took it from him as she expressed her gratitude towards him.
Loras dipped his head all the while giving someone behind her a longing look, not long after he departed to begin his joust.
Her grip on her fathers arm tightened as Ser Gregor rode past them, his horse seeming agitated as it reared its head towards Loras's mare. Sansa remembered how the mountain had killed a man in front her and how it made her sick. If such a fate befell her knight of flowers, she turned to her father.
"Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him." She begged her father. Ned caressed her arm in an effort to assure her, he knew of how gentle her heart was. "He's going to die." She whispered helplessly.
Ned wouldn't let her worry last a second longer, "Ser Loras rides well, he has more experience than Ser Gregor at this. Watch." He motioned with his head for her to return to the joust.
Her grip never loosened however, an inward sigh at her innocence. Ned watched as the two lances splinted off one another. Gregor taking a harder hit than expected, the two combatants rounded once more on each other.
The two gaining speed as the distance was quickly cut between them, then they collided. A resounding crack was heard as Ser Gregor was unseated and his mount fell into the barricade between them.
The crown was silent for a moment before exploding into jubilation, the mountain who rides had been defeated!
Ned unintentionally rose from his seat as did the others in the stands, followed by Sansa who was just barely holding her excitement in. Neds stupor was soon broken, as amongst the cheers he heard a command that froze him.
"SWORD!" Ser Gregor roared, his squire already nearby. The young lad sprinted to the giant and relinquished the sword from its scabbard. Gregor wasted no time and swing with a mighty roar that cut through the crowd. His blade cut through the black steeds neck, nearly decapitating it. Blood sprayed from the arteries and bathed a few people in the crowd.
Sansa screamed in horror as she gripped Ned tightly, Arya was in shock at the strength of Ser Gregor and was numbly staring, mouth agape.
Loras had only just noticed the disturbance, as he'd been relishing in his victory over a very known and feared opponent. He had no time to react as he was yanked away by the mountain.
Gregor closed his hands around the young Tyrell before he was punched in the face and sent reeling backwards.
Loras dropped to the ground and gasped for air, but soon took advantage of the moment and fled into the stands. Many in the crowd making way for him as he retreated to safety.
Gregor glared back at whomever struck him, and was absolutely infuriated when he realized it was Sandor Clegane, his brother. Sandor steeled himself for what was to come, it was time this cunt was put down for what he'd done to him.
The two cleganes clashed steel once more as they strained against each other. The mountains strength was just enough to push his brother back and force a break.
Sandor slid out of the way as he watched his brother stumble forward and wildly swing his sword to the rear. Just barely ducking in time as the force of the swing brought a breeze to his face.
Their duel did not last long as the king rose to his feet, "Stop this madness in the name of your King!" Sandor immediately dropped to a knee and stopped his advance, only for his brother to slam his sword into the dirt and retreat in anger. Robert calling off the guards making way to intercept the angered knight.
Neds focus returned to the hound, as his hand was raised in victory by Ser Loras who had returned to thank the man for saving his life. Ned gave a smile as the crowd cheered one final time, Sansa broke out of her shock and began to clap slowly.
Arya was screaming and clapping loudly enough his ears began to hurt. He gently clapped her on the shoulders and began to move them from the stands. By the gods not even one day could go without something happening.
His household guards quickly making a perimeter for them as they passed by the smallfolk. To think this was a supposed to be a celebration and have it end like that? Embarrassing. Turning his head to his right, he could vaguely make out the large form of the king as he was hoisted onto his horse.
Where was the Robert he grew up with, he knew the answer to that question. He died many years ago when he received the news of Lyanna's death. The light was gone as soon as the words hit his ears.
Ned closed his eyes to calm his anger, the sooner they returned to the Red Keep the better. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he faced the coming intruder.
Ned grimaced internally, Baelish. The slimy smile spread across the man's face, he'd been vocally betting against Ser Loras in front of Renly Baratheon, for what purpose? Ned didn't know, but whenever Baelish is involved, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Nothing like a dramatic end to a tourney, am I right Lord Stark?" Petyr nudged his horse forward as they were now next to each other, Ned could see a small glimpse of the scar his brother gave the man. He had to suppress a smile at the memory, Baelish never stood a chance.
"It was an embarrassment to his grace and the people of this city." Ned said matter of factly, "However, the final act of Ser Loras deserves praise, a very honorable thing he did, declaring the hound as champion for his defense." Ned said, it was a very respectable gesture to a man that has no interest or respect for honor. Sandor Clegane, such a confusing man from what had been reported to him.
Murderer, thief, and some would even call monster. However, he'd also heard reports of random acts of kindness from the scarred man. Very few and far between but enough to confuse people on his character.
It was as if the man wanted to do good, but the trauma of his past and obsession with killing his brother was too great and created the man everyone saw today. He'd heard the story, everyone had.
Baelish suppressed a shiver at the mention of honor, "Yes, yes very honorable indeed." Baelish smirked, Ned didn't like the look or sound of that.
They stayed quiet for a few more seconds before Ned sighed and motioned for the man to explain what he meant.
"Didn't you notice something strange with Ser Gregors mount?" Baelish questioned as he kept his eyes on the path ahead of them.
Ned looked suspiciously at the man, but he couldn't refute it. He had noticed something amiss with the steed. Acting erratic and bucking hard before the match began.
Baelish could see the wheels turning in Lord Starks head, "The mare was in heat, drove the black steed into a frenzy. Now we've experienced the results of that, 'honorable' action."
Before Ned could retort, Sansa decided that was the time to interrupt. "Ser Loras wouldn't do that. He's a true knight and they're honorable and kind." Sansa's voice faltered, as if this was one more thing she discovered to be more than she thought.
It was as if nothing was what she thought growing up. Baelish smiled sweetly at her as he turned his back to Ned, "Ahh, my lady Sansa. Perhaps your heart is too pure for the realities of the south. Behind the facade shown to the people, Ser Loras showed us he's willing to do what it takes to win. Honor be damned."
Ned saw his daughter's face drop at that, and she retreated back into the carriage. Ned glared at the man for upsetting his child, but he couldn't find himself to disagree with what he said.
Knights were too glorified in the south, only a rare few actually earned that title and lived up to it. Ser Yohn Royce being one of them. The rest of them, they were filled with arrogance, pride, and most abundant.. uptightness.
The south it seems, was doing a number on his family. Reality is always a harsh thing to come across, especially when one has refused to accept it until it's too late.
A foul feeling sat in his gut as the keep grew larger as they approached. How much more could he take, before it's too late. He would visit the godswood and ask the gods for guidance. It was the only thing he knew to do.
Suddenly, he felt for the device Six had given him. A sense of dread filled him as he seen the light on it go in and out. Ned furrowed his brows before putting it back, eyes back on the road as the gate to the keep was opened.
Six, had information.
Noble Six
Red Keep
Six stared at the picture before him, it had been captured the night before and he was damn lucky for it. It'd been weeks since he started his investigation into the Lannisters, unfortunately he had run into more trouble than he anticipated.
The queen and her brother were very good at keeping their intimacy a secret, outside closed doors. Behind? Well..
The photo he was looking at showed the two siblings interlocking fingers while gazing at each other. Six zoomed in on Jaime's face so the expressions could be seen. It disgusted Six to see such desire for a sister.
The only thing he could see keeping this from going any further is they may argue it isn't an intimate action. Or perhaps sorcery..
He closed the image and threw his tac pad onto the bed before opening a window. He wasn't making as much progress as he'd wanted.
Lord Tywin had made it known he was planning to stay a few more days, then he'd return to Casterly Rock. He'd read and gathered intel on that man, he had to be extremely careful while he was in the capitol.
If his cover was blown, it could mean war. Or, he'd have to get his hands bloody, only this time an untold amount of people would die and the continent would suffer. It's just how it was.
He paced back to the corner of his room, he needed to calm his frustrations. This wasn't the UNSC, or the north and he didn't have his men to train to take his mind off it.
The lannisters are a threat to Ned and his family, the Starks. He'd already made his decision in following him, but this was going to be different. If things turned sour, and he has to potentially kill some of the royal court to save them.
It will echo throughout the entire kingdoms. Whispers would spread of an unleashed dog of the Starks. This was not something Ned needed, and it would also paint a target on the children.
If someone tried to hurt them? He didn't entertain the thought any further because he heard hurried footsteps in the hall...someone was here.
He darted to the door and closed his eyes, there was perfume in the air. Thinking quickly, he decided to darken the room, pinching the candle and disappeared into its safety.
He could hear the lock being fiddled with, then soon the door opened. This was now the second person to have entered his room, he would now have to vacate the premises and use the abandoned inner halls that were abandoned. He'd already been using it as a temporary storage space.
A candle was the only light source in the room as they entered. Six stalked the man quietly as he entered the room, the door being closed very gingerly before the man began to scan the room. Ever oblivious of the darkness staring back at him.
Six watched as the man reached into one of the many deep pockets in his robe, and pulled out a small vial. Six raised an eyebrow, poison. He glanced back to his helmet and was glad to know it was recording.
This, was more than enough evidence to prove the Lannister's were now actively trying to undermine the king and the people of the Seven Kingdoms. Not only did he now have a picture of Jaime and Cersei in intimate embrace. He now can provide conspiracy to the issue, why would anyone want the Spartan dead.
A better question that would need to be asked, is who? Tywin wasn't reckless, that much was abundantly clear since his arrival. The Lannister soldiers were much more disciplined than the city watch. Their patrols have increased in the lower levels and number of guards doubled for the night shifts.
It has made his presence almost unnecessary to continue destroying the criminal element. The man then made way over to the basin full of water Six would use to drink, he pulled the cork out and poured the contents in.
He heard the man silently chuckle to himself, he'd thought an easy payday had been made. How wrong he was, he just didn't know.
The man turned to retreat only to slam into the chest of Six, he stumbled back in shock and before he could even scream a hand enclosed his throat. Feet left the floor as chocking coughs were barely audible in the room.
Six looked at the man curiously, he hadn't seen him in the castle before. Hmm, he struck the man in the face with enough force to knock him out. The man's body going limp in his hand, a line of blood now flowing from his nose. He'd need to keep the assassin quiet so he sat him in a chair and strapped him so he could stay upright. Gag stuffed into his mouth to prevent anymore noise.
Six looked back to his helmet and typed a few commands into his TACPAD, the light soon blinked away. He'd gotten his evidence of an assassin and the photo, Six inwardly huffed in frustration. The investigation was certainly one he'd underestimated, but as always he got results in the end. Now it was up to Ned and the King.
Lord stark would be informed as well, his communicator having already sent a message. He'd need to keep the assassin quiet so he sat him in a chair and strapped him so he could stay upright. Gag stuffed into his mouth to prevent anymore noise.
So without anything more to do, Six leaned back onto the desk and stared at the man who now.. only had hours to live. Not that he or lord stark would know, he'd sealed his fate when he dropped the poison in.
They didn't have to wait long before a knock was heard, Six didn't even have to check as the door opened and in walked Ned.
The room was quiet for a few moments before Ned slowly turned towards his Spartan and sighed. "I assume theirs an explanation for this." Ned motioned with his hand to the tied up man, only for the man to grunt as loudly as he could through the cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Six merely pulled his TACPAD up and the two of them reviewed the footage of the attempted assassination. Ned looked away from the screen and glared at the man before returning the next set of evidence.
Ned had to restrain himself from grabbing the wrist of Six and planting the screen into his face as he stared in shock. There it was, the Lannister siblings in an embrace that was too close for family. Especially the lust fulled eyes of Jaime as he practically undressed the queen as he looked at her.
Ned let Six close the device down and let his lord digest the information. It didn't take long for lord stark to walk over to the only chair available and sat in it.
Finally, he looked back to Six. "Has he said anything?" Ned motioned to the now waking man. Six shook his head before explaining.
"No, didn't give him a chance to. I searched him and found nothing." Ned cursed under his breath as he leaned forward and pulled his seat closer to the assassin.
The man's eyes finally opened and his fear was returned, he frantically looked between lord stark and Six. Ned approached the man, glaring silently as the gears turned in his head.
Six felt a slight sense of curiosity peak into him, this was a different situation than what they'd discussed previously. Now the lannisters were becoming bolder than before, six frowned inwardly. His actions in the city may have been too much for the Starks.
A problem he plans to rectify, he heard lord Stark sigh before reaching for the gag around the man's mouth.
"You scream.. you die." Ned whispered to the prisoner who nodded slowly in return. Satisfied, Ned took the gag out and saw Six move behind the man. "Who hired you?"
It was silent as the Winterfell crypts in the room, the man's body was shaking with fear. The consequences of his actions now deeply felt.
"I will not ask again." Ned threatens as he stands to his feet. Again, silence.
Six stares at him, intrigued. He could see the frustration under the coolness lord stark presents, building to anger. Six wasn't surprised the assassin wasn't cooperating, if Ned couldn't get any answers from him. Well. There were other methods to obtain information..
"Lord Stark." He watched Ned's eyes finally reach his own. "I have found new evidence in my investigation, allow me to question this man myself. I'll dispose of any loose ends afterwards." Six moved in front of the prisoner to block his view.
Ned seemed apprehensive at the notion, not wholy sure he wants to know what Six was planning to do to the man. However, he's trusted him this far, it would not do to falter in it now. So, slowly he nodded.
"Very well, once you're done meet me in my quarters. There is much to discuss about your, investigation.. and the consequences of it." Ned said angrily and then left the room.
Six did not like the sound of that future conversation, but it was one he would have to endure. He should have been more thorough in the lower levels. Left no stone unturned and that business with Arya last night could have been prevented.
No matter, he turned to the man that tried to poison him. He quickly placed the gag back into the man's mouth, this time using a longer piece of linen to tie it to the back of his head. Ensuring silence. Six grabbed the back of the chair and started dragging him to the side of the room.
Six turned and glared hatefully at the man, then pushed on the wall and watched as the man's muffled screams intensified. The pit of darkness before him engulfed his very body as he was dragged into his own personal hell.
The only sound that came next, was the low thud of the entry way closing.
A/N: Well y'all here it is! I apologize for taking this long to publish it but this one was very tricky and I wanted to do it justice for the upcoming installments. The departure of kings landing is almost upon us!
I greatly appreciate the feedback you all have provided and wish you all a very happy day!
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