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"Lord Stark! What's going on?" Orryn asked to the new ruler of the kingdom. A storm of steel seemed to want to form in the city and he still didn't know why.
"The queen is under arrest for treason." Eddard Stark said, looking deeply at the young man in front of him. "Can you leave now Orryn? Can you do what we agreed before?".
"Always my lord... but why should I go? I have twenty men, twenty good men to help you with whatever your plans are."
"There are no plans Orryn, there is only what is right."
"I must agree with my nephew Lord Stark." Renly Baratheon said, approaching with his guards and Loras Tyrell. "My men, yours and Orryn's, the fortress is already ours."
"The fortress will not be taken, Cersei will surrender willingly as we agreed. As for you, Orryn, go and bring your father here."
Orryn's eyes widened and Renly merely nodded. "As my lord hand wishes."
Waving to them both, he left. His men with him, all of them, even Loras, who turned to look at Orryn briefly before following with the others.
"Lord Stark, whatever is happening, don't do it! Take your men, come with me!".
"You need to go Orryn, and that's final, your father must be brought here for the coronation, he is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."
The words spoken, combined with the person who spoke them, created a whirlwind in Orryn's mind, just as they would in anyone's mind. It was absurd to claim that all of the king's sons were bastards, but it was Eddard Stark who carried the message, and the man who doubted Eddark Stark's honor would be a liar.
"The bastards... they're all... they aren't like my uncle, aren't they?". Orryn whispered and Lord Stark merely nodded before placing his hands on the Orryn's shoulders.
"You're the Crown Prince, Orryn you're going to get your father and you're going to get my daughters out of here as we agreed. Can you do that, son?".
"Lord Stark, you warned the queen, didn't you?". Orryn asked the question that had been on his mind.
"She didn't deny it when I confronted her. And she's going to give herself up, because I'll make sure that no harm comes to the children."
Orryn clenched his jaw, much like his father did. "She's going to kill you! She won't give up! You have to come with me! The kingdoms will unite, all together against the Lannisters if you're at the head, everyone knows you're my uncle's appointed regent."
"Orryn, I have more men than anyone in this city, have you forgotten?". Lord Stark said with a smile. "It was you who encouraged me to reform the golden cloaks, and it will serve me well now... of course, after a bit of gold".
"Are you sure about this, sir? Are you sure everything will be all right?" Orryn asked hopefully.
"Yes, now you go." Lord Stark urged him on once more and Orryn left, Ser Borys in his wake.
"The man just killed himself." Ser Borys muttered and Orryn pressed his lips together.
"He knows what he's doing". Orryn replied unconvinced.
The rough man nodded and barked a few orders for the rest of Orryn's men to accompany them.
They would pass the hand tower, pick up the Stark girls from the head of the guard and then go to the harbor where a ship would be waiting for them to Dragonstone.
Orryn's twenty men couldn't stay in the fortress, so he only had six with him, including Ser Borys and Ser Hugh.
As soon as they arrived, Orryn gave Jory Cassell a nod. "We've come on behalf of Lord Stark, you should be informed of everything by now."
They only took a few things, the rest would be packed later. The Starks guards helped, the septon and the dance instructor also went with them, and if it hadn't been for Lady Sansa constant crying and complaining, they would have been able to leave the fortress, they would have.
"Open the door in the name of the king!". Ser Boros Blount shouted, his white cloak blending in the red robes that accompanied him, all Lannisters mens.
"What's the meaning of that?" Jory shouted back at the closed door and an argument began to form.
"Do you think we can force our way through?". Orryn whispered to Ser Borys and the silence he received said it all.
"I know a way." Arya said, butting in. "A passage that leads out of the fortress."
"This is no time for jokes, young lady." Ser Hugh said disgustedly, and as much as he tried to remain composed, his hands were shaking.
"I told you the truth!". Arya shouted and Orryn reached out to pull her away.
"Can you lead us all through that passage? Can someone with Ser Borys size pass?".
"Yes, he will." The girl nodded.
"Then lead the way. Form a barricade at the door and...". Orrynn ordered before being interrupted by the dance instructor.
"Siryo Florel will take care of the rearguard." The short man said with a strong Braavosi accent.
"Are you sure about that?" Orryn asked.
"I don't know about him, but I'll stay until the end." Jory replied and Orryn needed no further encouragement to leave.
Arya began to lead the way and Sansa, already in tears, tried to turn back when she saw that the septon was no longer with them.
"Septan Mordane!".
"Go on child, an old woman like me would only slow you down." She said with a sad smile.
"No! That's wrong, Joffrey won't hurt us, it's just a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding". Sansa cried and Orryn pulled her arm tightly.
"With me, now! And stop that crying!".
Arya actually guided them outside through the dark and narrow passages, coming out on a slope in the fortress, they were out of the eye of the storm, but still too far from the port and their long-awaited ship.
"Hurry up!" Ser Borys grumbled and when Sansa stopped walking he finally gave up, grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. The indignant shouts and kicks were ignored by the older man as they made their way quickly through the city.
It wasn't Arya who led them anymore, it was Orryn's men, accustomed to the route they had to take, the shortest way to the port.
"We're coming, just a bit more, just a bit more." Ser Hugh said in a shaky, tired voice.
"You guys, stop right there!". A man in a golden cloak shouted, and soon a group of them appeared. They were blocking the way to the port, to the boat that would take them to freedom.
'We couldn't wait any longer, every second more was courting death'. So Orryn made his decision.
Drawing his sword, his men did the same and a fight broke out in the streets near of the port.
His sword clashed against one of the soldiers, and Orryn easily pushed him away, the guard couldn't even be called good.
Orryn's six men were more skillful and even though blood didn't flow in the streets, they forced the guards to retreat. Unfortunately, they were getting more and more support, and against overwhelming numbers, no amount of skill can guarantee victory.
"Baratheon!". It was the cry that rang out and took the gold cloaks by surprise. From the rear, behind the gold cloaks, the rest of Orryn's men appeared, drawn by the fight and to help their young lord.
One of the men became desperate and tried a series of clumsy and broad strokes, just trying to open up space, so that he could run and escape the possible massacre. He didn't succeed.
Orryn's sword was faster and opened his throat from a side to other.
Blood splattered on his face and when the man who was trying in vain to hold his neck looked up, their eyes met. They were brown, the eyes of the golden cloak were brown but had a hint of green in them.
Lady Sansa's cries disappeared, the sound of clashing steel disappeared, the smell of blood, fish, shit and vomit disappeared, and Orryn was still staring at the dead body in front of him.
"Come on, boy!" Ser Borys shouted and shook Orryn by the shoulders. "More men are coming, and in the colors of the Lannisters! Command your men!".
Orryn finally seemed to get air back into his lungs and remembered what he had to do. Shout and show the way. "Together men! Three to the front, two to the flanks and move forward! To the boat! To the boat!".
As they ran and cut their way with their swords, the Lannisters approached much faster, and commanded by the Kingslayer himself.
The boat was ready, it had been ever since Stannis letter to Orryn one moon ago. The men piled on to stop the Lannisters from boarding, and Orryn grabbed Arya before throwing her onto the deck.
The Kingslayer was a natural with the blade, cutting down all the men who crowded around him. Orryn tried to join them, but a young man in Lannister colors stopped him.
The first blow was parried awkwardly and a cut formed on Orryn's arm. This didn't shake him and a frantic fight ensued.
It was clear that Orryn was better and stronger than his opponent, it was clear that he knew that face too, even under the helmet. Lancel Lannister.
Orryn didn't wear armor and Lancel did, but that didn't mean a huge disadvantage, it made Orryn faster.
The space was tightening, and Lancel was accidentally bumped in the back, it's not known by whom, it may even have been a Lannister, but it knocked him off balance.
Orryn seized his chance, his speed and his strength. His sword entered with the tip, right in the middle of Lancel's neck, breaking through the chain mail of the poorly positioned gorget. 'Just like Loras told me', he thought bitterly.
"We have to get on board!". Ser Borys shouted and pulled Orryn's arm as he tried to get back into the fight. His men and the Lannisters were already at the edge of the pier and some had already boarded.
"Our men are still fighting, we can't leave them behind!". Orryn shouted back.
"They're going to cover our retreat, they're soldiers and they'll find honor in it." Ser Borys said firmly before pulling Orryn even harder, hard enough to throw him onto the deck sitting down.
The boat began to move, Orryn looked at the blood on his hands, the blood on his sword, the blood running down the pier and into the sea, the red blood of his men, red of the Lannisters Cloaks, so much red...
"Where is Lady Sansa?". Orryn asked without getting up, he hadn't heard her cry for some time.
"...".
"Ser Borys, answer me." Orryn spoke in a low voice, his gaze still focused on the battle taking place on the pier and his men now being slaughtered.
"She was taken by the Lannisters during the fight... they won't hurt her, they wouldn't dare do that, the Kingslayer is with them." Ser Borys explained and Orryn remained silent. He thought he caught a glimpse of her red hair in the crowd.
His thoughts were only in one place after that. He had failed. Failed with Lord Stark in so many ways, failed with Lady Sansa, failed with his father, failed with his men. Orryn felt like a real
failure.
'A good first day as crown prince,' he thought bitterly.