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At the Red Keep…
On his way to his chambers, Ned Stark walks with his guards. He notices Renly Baratheon had been leaning against the closest pillar, apparently waiting for him.
"Lord Stark," he called out, noticing his guards.
"A moment. Alone if you will." Renly asked for privacy.
Eddard motioned for his guards to leave. Once they comply, Renly looks at the newly appointed Regent.
"He named you Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm, didn't he?" he didn't wait for a reply. "Cersei won't care. Give me an hour and I can put 100 swords at your command" Renly said to Ned.
"And what should I do with 100 swords?" Ned asked him confused.
"Strike! Tonight, while the castle sleeps," Renly dropped his voice to an urgent whisper. "We must get Joffrey away from their mother and into our custody. Protector of the Realm or no, he who holds the King holds the kingdom. By the time Robert dies it would be too late for both of us" Renly said, getting close to Ned.
"What of Mychal?" Ned asked, narrowing his eyes coldly at Renly, not approving of this proposal.
"Mychal will be a worry, but once we secure the Seven Kingdoms we will focus on Mychal, he won't do anything yet" Renly said evenly.
"And if not Mychal, what about Stannis?" Ned asked, confused at what Renly was going at.
"Saving the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei and delivering them to Mychal and Stannis?" Renly mocked.
"You have odd notions of protecting the realm." Renly smiles at Ned.
"Renly, Mychal is your nephew by blood, the only one sired by Robert and the queen, you brother's rightful heir and Stannis is your older brother." Ned said about the basics on the line of succession.
"This isn't about the bloody line of succession!" Renly protested.
"That didn't matter when you rebelled against the Mad King. It shouldn't matter now. What's best for the Kingdoms? What's best for the people we rule? We all know what Mychal is. Yes, he commands respect but he's half-Lannister himself. And doesn't see himself as a Baratheon, once he assumes control he'll get rid of us and fill his offices with his Decepticons that don't have the realm's best interests at heart. He only focuses on the Decepticons, he doesn't care for the kingdoms. And Stannis? He inspires no love or loyalty. They're not kingly material, I am" Renly declared, this bold or stupid if you want to call it act of proclamation shocked Ned.
"Mychal is a skilled warrior and administrator, he started an organisation that spread across Westeros to Essos, And Stannis is a commander who led men into war twice. He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet." Ned said their accomplishments that iterates Renly
"Yes, they're both good at what they do," Renly said, clearly agitated.
"Mychal created something new and got the results from it, everyone knows that. Stannis is a good soldier, everyone knows that. So was Robert. Tell me something: Do you still believe good soldiers make good kings? Do you believe Decepticons make good kings?" Renly asked him.
"I will not dishonour Robert's memory by shedding blood in these halls and drag frightened children from their beds," Ned refused to budge walking away to his chamber, while Renly is left behind agitated.
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Ned returned to his office, where he wrote a letter for Stannis, to inform him of the situation and call on his support, which was needed now more than ever. As his messenger left, Baelish entered the room.
"My Lord Protector," Baelish said his grin as mocking as ever.
"Joffrey and Tommen are Jamie Lannister bastards, Mychal is Robert's only trueborn son," Ned told him.
"The throne will pass to him." Ned said.
"So it would seem," Baelish remarked, standing where he was, before walking to the window.
"Unless" Baelish tries to say, but Ned will not have it.
"There is no unless, he is the rightful heir, nothing can change that" Ned said to him, Baelish just leaned on the window frame.
"Unless he doesn't want the throne" Baelish said to Ned, which stops Ned as he looks at Baelish
"While I myself do not have the best of terms with Mychal or his Decepticons, I know him long enough to know he won't accept any handouts, he rather get it his own way, giving his relation with his family, I can see the young man not wanting a throne" Baelish said as Ned looks at him.
"Stannis on the other hand will want the throne, and he cannot get it without your help, you would be wise to deny it to him and make sure Joffrey succeeds" Ned looks at Baelish in shock as he hears.
"Do you have a shred of honor?" Ned can't help but ask him.
"You are now hand of the king and protector of the realm, all the power is within your grasp, simply reach out" Baelish reminds him of how powerful Ned can become.
"Make peace with the Lannister, release the imp, wed your daughter to Joffrey, Mychal won't care who sit on the throne as long as peace is maintain, within time we can get rid of Stannis and if Joffrey becomes a problem we reveal his secret and seat Lord Renly there instead" Baelish gives him this wisdom to become powerful.
"we?" Ned asked him, hearing the word.
"You'll need someone to share his burdens, my price is modest, Mychal would keep the people in check, when the time comes for Renly, well that's enough for Mychal to take the throne himself, if not after Joffrey" Baelish said walk to his desk.
"You suggest treason" Ned accused him,
"Only if we lose" Baelish replies back.
"Make peace with the people who tried to murder my boy" Ned said grabbing the dagger in anger,
"We only make peace with our enemy, that's why it is called making peace" Baelish explains to him but Ned shakes his head.
"No, I won't do it" Ned said, Baelish frowning at that.
"So, it would be Mychal and war" Baelish frowned at Ned.
"There is no other choice, he is the true born heir" Ned said to him
"So why call me? Not for my wisdom" Baelish asked him.
"You promise Catelyn you help me" Ned reminds him as Baelish stops frowning.
"The queen has a dozen knights, 100 men-at-arms enough to overwhelm what's left of my household guard" Ned looks over, knowing that fact and what he is doing.
"I need the gold cloaks; the city watch is 2000 strong and sworn to defend the king's peace" Ned said as Baelish smirks as to what Ned's doing.
"Look at you, you know what you want me to do but it is not honourable" Baelish grinned at Ned.
When the Queen proclaims one King, and the Hand proclaims another, who's peace do the Gold Cloaks protect? Who do they follow? The man who pays them, of course." Baelish grinned as he sat down across from Ned.
Baelish could have told Ned to talk with Mychal about this, but Baelish could see he rather not involve Mychal in his, for it is hard for a son to take his Mother and Brother to custody.
If only Ned knows how Robert makes it rather difficult for Mychal to simply inherit the throne Baelish thought with a smile as he continued to talk with Ned.
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Ned led his men to where Baelish, Varys and Janos Slynt awaited for him. He had just been informed of Robert's death, and he had also been called to the throne room
Eddard had dreaded for the last few days had arrived, and now he needed to do what was required.
"All is accomplished, Lord Stark. The City Watch is yours," Baelish said, walking to him with Varys.
"Good. Is Lord Renly joining us?" Ned asked, looking for the Lord, Baelish looked at Varys.
"I fear Lord Renly left the city but a few hours ago, being last seen galloping south in quite much haste, accompanied by Ser Loras and some of his retainers," Varys answers him as Ned signs before walking forward.
"And Mychal?" Ned asks wanting to know where the heir is.
"He is already in the throne room with his own men," Varys said, walking with him.
"Best get it over with, the sooner the better" Baelish said, Ned did not speak, just nodded, walking forward beside Janos Slynt.
"Be stand behind you Lord Stark '' Janos said following Ned in the throne room with all the gold cloaks behind the Stark men.
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Mychal looked over the iron throne with disgust, standing tall in the big open room, forged with thousands of blades of Aegon's fallen foes, Joffrey the so-called king truly looked small sitting on top of the with his golden crown.
Mychal has a distaste for the throne, a throne made of the bones of your enemy is one thing but swords, Mychal doesn't find it powerful but brittle. Those were the conquered thrones, everything all came down to Aegon, his enemy swords for his family.
If Mychal was Robert, he would have destroyed that eyesore, tearing each sword off, one by one. And give a piece of it to all those that followed him, a sword from the iron thrones as a gift and award for destroying the Targaryen dynasty behind him.
But only those that fought with him and not those that showed up when the victory was assured.
Mychal sees Joffrey dressed in his beloved golden and scarlet colors, while below the throne stood Cersei in her golden gown and her emerald tiara, below the throne stood six out of the seven kingsguard, as Jamie still away from the city with Tywin.
The hall had already been filled with people who had come to greet the new king, but the official first meeting in the throne room with King Joffrey would soon take place as he summoned all the members of the small council.
Soon the doors opened, and Mychal watched as the men of the small council came, escorted by a small sortie of Starks house guards and the gold cloaks,
"All hail King Joffrey of house Baratheon, the first of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!" The castellan proudly presenting Joffrey's new titles, Mychal rolled his eyes hearing this, the Decepticons only muttering to themselves as Mychal had them all here with their weapons and armour.
The small council made the long walk from the end of the hall to the middle in front of the great throne
"I command the council to make the preparations for my coronation. I wish to be crowned within a fortnight. Today I shall accept oaths of fealty from my loyal councillors." Joffrey finally spoke, his voice ringing through the great room.
Mychal watched it all take place from the side, Edward standing on his right while petting Ravager, while Garth was to his left taking notes of what was happening.
"Ser Barristan, I believe nobody in this room could ever question your honor." Ned spoke while pulling out a sealed letter from his pocket. The commander of the kingsguard took the letter and looked it over quickly.
"King Robert's seal unbroken." Barristan declared as Mychal looked over what Robert 's last letter was.
"King Robert of house Baratheon the first of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Hereby declare Lord Eddard Stark as protector of the realm until the heir's come of age." Barristan read the King's will loud and clear. Joffrey looked unsure for a few seconds as he sat on the throne, while Mychal bit his lip from chuckling.
"May I see this letter Ser Barristan?" Cersei asked calmly and Barristan did step back and handed Cersei the letter, Cersei looked at it.
"Protector of the realm" Cersei smiles amused looking at Ned.
"Was this supposed to be your shield, Lord Stark?" Cersei said ripping the paper into quarters, dropping it on the ground,
"Those were the kings' words." Barristan said shocked.
"We have a new king now," Cersei declared to Barristan.
"Lord Eddard, last we spoke you offer me council, allow me to do the same, bend the knee and swear fealty to my son and we shall allow you to go back and live the rest of your life at Winterfell." Cersei stated loudly.
"Joffrey has no claim to the throne he sits upon." Ned declared loudly, Cersei smirked and Joffrey quickly stood up on his throne.
"Liar!" His voice was so loud and hitched screeching through the throne room.
"Robert's rightful heir and true king…" Ned stated loudly and fell silent for a few seconds; he threw a small look up at Mychal who looked at the scene with a raised eyebrow.
"Is Mychal Baratheon!" Ned shouted for all to hear.
Silences filled the room, as everyone looked at what Ned said in surprise.
Until laughter was heard as everyone turned to see Joffrey laughing at what was declared, Cersei herself hides her laughs under her hand but it soon carries on as others in the count begin to laugh.
Ned looks around in shock and surprise, what was so amusing about what he said. Ned looks at Mychal and is shocked to see him glaring at him.
"Lord Eddard, you gave a letter to Sir Barristan for his honour, forgive me for doing the same" Cersei said, reaching for her dress to pull out her letter and hand it to Sir Barristan.
Sir Barristan looks at the letter with frown, knowing what it was and not wanting to read it.
"Read it Sir Barristan, your King commands it" Joffrey said with a smile as Barristan opened the letter.
"King Robert of house Baratheon the first of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Hereby declare that Mychal Baratheon will inherit the throne as the last blood of the Baratheons, until all current members have passed, Mychal Baratheon will never inherit the throne" Barristan said sadly to Ned's shock.
Mychal can only get the throne when Baratheon becomes extinct, Mychal couldn't get the throne unless all the members were killed. Ned looks at Baelish as he too smiles in amusement while Vary looks away.
"My 'shield' is sign by the king, and all members of the council" Cersei smiles as she takes back her paper, showing that it was sign but all members of the small council including Jon Arryn and Mychal himself
Ned is beyond shock at what was happening, but takes a deep breath; he'll still do the right thing.
Mychal glares at Ned, how dare he, Mychal is already pissed at when he was forced to sign it now Ned brings it back up, to humiliate him, the other Decepticons start glaring at everyone.
Daring them to insult their leader.
"Sir Barristan siege this traitor" Cersei said smiling at herself as Barristan didn't look happy as he walked forward as Ned guards stepped forward.
"Sir Barristan, a good man, a loyal man, do him no harm" Ned said, not wanting to hurt a friend only following orders. Sir Barristan stops.
"You think he stands alone" Cersei said, the hound draws his sword.
"Kill them, I command it!" Joffrey screeched out and the men below the throne quickly reached for their swords.
"Commander, take the Queen and her children to custody, escort them to their royal apartment and keep them there under guard" Ned orders Janos.
"Men of the watch" Janos calls out, the gold cloaks ready their spears.
Everyone stands in tense silences, ready for the fight to begin.
"Tell you men to lay down their arms, no one needs to die" Ned pleads with the Queen, not wanting the fighting at all. Cersei looks at Janos, as he looks at the Stark men.
"Now" Janos commanded, the gold cloaks stab their spears in the men of the north, as Ned turns in shock as the betrayal, Ned turns to see his men getting overwhelmed by the Lannister's and the gold cloaks, Ned was about to draw his sword when he felt a dagger on his neck.
"I did warn you not to trust me" Baelish smirks, holding the blade to Ned's horror.
BLLAAAAAAAMMMMMM
But as the Lannister's and gold coats finish off the Starks men a loud noise hits the door.
"TRATORRRRSSSSSSSS" A familiar voice shouted out, everyone turned to the door in shock and surprise.
BLLAAAAAAAAAAAM
The door smash opens, as everyone looks in horror to see a famous hammer.
Robert Baratheon in some armour and holding his mighty hammer.
"Lannister cuckold cunt whore! I'll rip your fucken head off" Robert yelled, looking at Cersei who's paralysed in fear.
"RRobbbert youuu live" Cersei said in fear, seeing her dead husband come back and knowing her secret is her worst nightmare.
"Father you not dead" Joffrey on the other hand was surprised and happy to see his father, he worships him and was devastated when he dies but he alive but Robert glare blood murder to Joffrey.
"Bloody bastard son of a whore mad king bitch" Robert yells out, scaring Joffrey as he steps back in fear and hurt, as the dead king walks forward.
Everyone stops, both Lannister and gold coats, Robert is alive, but Joffrey was crowned king.
They're not sure what to do.
"Robert" Ned said in wonder, not sure what he was seeing, maybe he was dreaming, Robert turns to see his best friend and brother with a knife to his throat by Baelish who looks terrified now.
This is too much chaos for him.
"Baelish! You gold stealing traitor thief, you ass is next, you and those traitors Pycelle and Varys" Robert growls at him, scaring Baelish as he drags Ned back, hoping to get away or at least use Ned as a shield.
"All you Lannister cunts are fucked, every one of you are dead, all my council are fucken traitors, kill them, all of you kill the Lannister CUNTS!" Robert shouted to everyone.
They all look confused, gold cloak and Lannister look at each other, not sure what to do.
Mychal smiles at the silence watching them all.
"Fucken Janos, I'm not dead and still the king, kill that cuckold bitch and mad bastard" Robert shouted at Janos as he looked scared, looking between Robert and Cersei.
He was paid to protect the king; the queen told him about Lord Stark paying him to betray the king, but the dead king is still alive.
"Men attack" Janos said unsure as his watch got ready and pointed their spears at Lannister as they held their ground.
"Roobbbert my sweet please, you're not well this is your son, I'm your wife" Cersei tries to say, never feeling this scared before, she wishes Jaime was here right now.
"Father whaattt youu sayyying, I'mm your sooon" Joffrey whippers, getting scared of his father holding his hammer, the kings guard are even more confused, which king do they protect now?
"Shut the fuck up both of you, kill them, kill them all" Robert shouted, swinging his Warhammer, showing his fury as he hit one of the Lannister guards, killing him as the fight started.
The gold cloak attacks as the Lannister fights back, Robert charges forward, swings his hammer, and kills everyone in his way as everyone fights around him.
Cersei hugs Joffrey and takes them back away from Robert wrath, the hound trying to stop the king, but Robert fury is too strong as the Hound tries to cut him down with the sword, but Robert blocks it with his armour arm and swings his warhammer one handed.
Knocking the hound on his side, leaving Cersei and Joffrey open for Robert and he marches forward, the king's guard are fighting themselves, half protecting Robert and half protecting Joffrey, Barristan tries to stop the fighting, but it proves too difficult.
Baelish, Pycelle, Varys, Neds and other nobles watch the fight, in shock and horror, never thought this could happen.
Robert measly walks forward, raising his Warhammer to kill them.
"Robert please, not my son" Cersei begs him, seeing the murderous look in his eyes
"Father please" Joffrey cries, remembering the one-time Joffrey tries to impress his father by showing him a dead unborn kitten, he punches his baby teeth out, when he tries to hurt Mychal, but he just waved him off, now his father's going to kill him.
The two close their eyes as Robert swings his hammer down.
CLLLAAAAAAKKKKK
Both mother and son opened their eyes in shock to see Mychal standing in front of them, blocking the hammer with his mace.
"I believe you took too much milk from the poppy," Mychal said to the royal's shock.
Mychal saved his brother and mother!?
Robert isn't thinking straight as he looks into his son's eyes, his red eyes, eyes that remind him of another.
"RHAEGAR!" Robert shouted as Mychal pushed him back in the middle.
"Decepticons! Rise and show these fools how to fight" Mychal called out, as Edward led the charge with his axe as one of the kingsguard attacking Mychal, Ravager jumped at another king guard as the Decepticons stopped the fighting around the Lannister's.
"You see Rhaegar in me? You truly are drunk from the past" Mychal said as Robert swings his hammer at Mychal, but Mychal matches it with his own mace.
"You did this you dragon bastard, you stole my Lyanna, my wife, your father killed Ned's father and brother, now you're defending your mad bastard king, you'll die today!" Robert shouts lifting his hammer to hit Mychal, but Mychal matches each hit.
Robert shouts in rage as he keeps hitting his hammer of Mychal's mace, every hit was blocked or parried as Mychal knows he can beat Robert.
If Robert was in his prime then it might be a challenge for Mychal, but Robert has goon fat from whoring and drinking, his half dead state doesn't help as he uses most of his fury on the Lannister's.
But now Robert is running out of rage and is dying again.
Robert gets more tired as each hit gets weaker and weaker, everyone watching the fight, as Robert shouts about fighting Rhaegar and other stuff but all they see is Robert fighting his first-born son.
Robert lets out one more swing as Mychal blocks it again, but Robert tries out and drops the hammer and holds his heart in pain.
"ahhh, ahah" Robert falls down as Mychal goes to catch him, stopping him from hitting the ground as everyone starts to gather around Robert.
Mychal looks down at his father, a complex emotion feeling on his face as Robert looks into the eyes of his son.
"Sonnnnn, myyyyy sonnnnn" Robert gasps his son's arms looking into his eyes, Robert shows remorse as Mychal stares down his eyes with a blank expression. Robert let out his last breath, as he lay down in his son's arms.
Robert Baratheon, first of his name, Demon of the trident, and king has passed.
Everyone looks on in silence, everything that happens stopped them, as Joffrey and Cersei move forward to see Robert lying dead in Mychal arms.
"He died fighting Rhaegar, just like he wanted," Mychal said looking at Joffrey and Cersei as everyone stared in amazement. Death Watcher walks forward with his hand together not looking up.
"Your grace, forgive my presence, I'm aware of my low station, but I believe that enough has die today" Death Watcher bows his head to the royal as they look at the priest of the seven, Joffrey is still in shock at what happened, Cersei too but nods.
"Yes," Cersei said quietly, looking at everyone.
"Escort Lord Stark to his cell and clear up here" Cersei orders everyone to have the remaining men get to work, guards take Ned to his cells as he follows them, Mychal picks up Robert in his arms.
"I arrange for his funeral," Mychal said, as he looked at Cersei and Joffrey.
"Yesss Brother, youuu do that" Joffrey said, as he walked away with his Kingsgaurd behind him as Cersei looked at his first-born son carrying his father with the Decepticons following.
Cersei didn't expect the day to turn out like this.
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Sansa was walking with the Septa in a sad mood. She was feeling a little confused. When she spoke with the Queen several weeks before, she was thrilled when the queen said she would happily support her marriage to Joffrey.
Sansa then told the Queen about her father's plans to leave, hoping the Queen could help and she was thrilled to say she would talk to her father about it, and so spent that afternoon conversing and answering questions with the Queen.
Lately however, both the queen and Joffrey seemed to be avoiding or ignoring her. Did she do something to upset them? She didn't know.
"Stop." The Septa suddenly said. Sansa blinked as she listened. Did she hear fighting? Here in the castle? But that was impossible.
"Go back to your room, bar the door, and do not open them for anyone you do not know." The Septa ordered.
"What's happening?" Sansa asked as fear started to creep into her.
"Do as I tell you, child! Run!" Septa orders her, Sansa fearfully turns and does so. Hiding in her room while holding on too Lady.
What is going on?
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Arya drew her sword Needle from its sheath. She held it in one hand while holding a bokken in the other. She settled into a stance before she started moving through one move that was shown to her. She now practised with Needle when sparring
Syrio started the class in live steel, giving them enough training to do it.
Arya goes for the stab as Nesse blocks with her sword, both wearing armour.
"Yes, that's it, Arya dear." Syrio commented as he observed her form, passing by.
"Flow like water, but strike with speed and precision." Syrio said, looking over his other students.
"Hold it tight Locke" Syrio called out to his student, holding it too loose.
"But I'm holding it" Locke complains as Drake hits the sword down, knocking it out of his hands.
"Owwww you cheated" Locke pointed at Drake, who slapped his hand with the blade.
"Ow bitch" Locke was about to charge but Drake pointed his sword forward, stopping him.
CLAAP CLAPP
Syrio claps his hands, getting everyone's attention.
"My blades, that's enough sharpening, now stand in line" Syrio claps again as everyone gets in line.
"I want to say how proud I am, learning so much in a short time is very good, only two of my students had such persistence," Syrio said standing between them.
"What do we say to Death?" Syrio asked as he took a step back from them.
"NOT TODAY" All his students shouted immediately.
"We fight against death every day we live. But sooner or later, Death comes for us all. If you accept Death as an equal and without fear, then, you will gain one last final victory against Death itself. It is an end to one thing…but a beginning to another." Syrio said with a small smile at them.
"Today you will be tested, and today you will earn your symbols for the Decepticons," Syrio said as everyone got excited.
Arya gave a smile too, ready to become a decepticon.
But the class turned when they heard a door bang open. Seeing Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard, along with four Lannister men, entered the room.
"Arya Stark, come with us. Mychal has asked for you to come see him." Ser Meryn spoke, looking around for her, everyone was wearing armour that covered all their bodies.
"Lord Mychal would come himself or send a decepticon" Drake called out
"My blade is right." Syrio remarked seeing no Decepticon here.
"Why would our leader send Lannister men and not his own men?" Syrio asked as Ser Meryn got pissed.
"Stark step forward and show yourself" Set Meryn orders, Arya sees that they can't tell it to her as she looks around seeing the Lannister men looking between them, Nesse sets forward.
"I'm Arya Stark, you want me? come and get me" Nesse said, grabbing her sword, as they looked at her.
"Take her."Ser Meryn just chuckled, thinking it was her, but another step forward.
"No, I'm Arya Stark, she's an imposter" another girl said, taking her sword stopping the guard.
"No, I'm Arya" Another step forward drawing her blade.
"No, I'm a Stark" Drake this time.
"Me too"
"Arya right here"
"That's not Arya, I am"
"So am I"
"Me too"
"Don't forget me" the real Arya steps forward as everyone draws their blades, ready to fight together.
"Remove your helmets" Ser Meryn growls as the Lannister draw their swords.
"You snakes have no right order Syrio's students" Syrio drawing his own blade now,
"This is Syrio's class, and want the first rule in Syrio's class?" Syrio asked everyone.
"No weakness, No disrespect, No Mercy" the entire student said together, pointing their blades at them.
"It lit early in the morning, but now is a good time to practice on amoured fools" Syrios joins his blades as they all get ready.
"Let Syrio show you where Lord Mychal and the Dark Star learn from" Syrio smiles and points his blade at the king's guard. Having got his true sword to show to demonstrate,
What better show than killing these fools.
The three Lannister guards look at each other, having heard and seen Water dancing by the Decepticons, while they have more armour they don't have the numbers, even if they are young. Ten mid age kids pointing swords at you with a dancing master that trained Prince Mychal scares them.
"Siege them" Ser Meryn draws his sword, ready to fight as the others don't look confident.
"What's going on here?" A voice calls out and everyone turns to see two Decepticons Knights drawing swords.
"Asshole, you have no right here" Ser Rion growls drawing his sword.
"No one gets in without permission" Maria called out, her own blades to the fight.
Ser Meryn looks around, while he arrogant but not stupid, fighting two Knights while also fighting the others will get himself killed.
Seeing he outmatch, he sheaths his sword as the Lannister guard do the same.
"The king will hear of this" Ser Meryn threatens as he storms off with the guards following, everyone relaxes.
"What happened?" Arya calls out as everyone looks at the decepticons knights.
"Arya, you need to come with us, Starks are being slaughtered, you need to hide" Maria said, grabbing her hood for her to hide in as Arya takes off her armour with everyone else.
"So, it starts now" Syrio said, having heard from the higher ups about what's happening.
"What the hell is happening?" Locke asked the questions on every student's mind.
"It's a civil war my friend, what we've been preparing for" Ser Rion chuckles to the students as they all get ready for the coming times.
"Wait! What about my father and Sansa? We can't just leave them." Arya asked them as she puts one the hood
"It's too late to help them, little lady." Ser Rion said, getting her attention.
"Lord Stark has been taken prisoner in the throne room and your sister is most likely captured as well." Ser Rion explained as everyone gets ready.
"They won't kill them. They are too valuable as hostages." Nesse remarked about getting her armor off too.
"Right now, we need to hide the wolf, our leader has a plan" Maria said, knowing what happened and will do all she can to help her fellow Decepticons.