"Trust me." His father's voice lingered in his ears, a fragile tether to hope.
Edric exhaled slowly and gave the horse a nudge, guiding it forward. He spurred the horse into a gallop, weaving through narrow alleys and bustling markets, ignoring the shouts of angry vendors and startled pedestrians. The estate was his only thought now.
As he approached the gates, the familiar sight of the Dornish banners fluttering in the breeze steadied him. The guards at the gate recognized him immediately, stepping aside without question. Edric dismounted swiftly, his boots striking the cobblestones with purpose as he strode inside.
The courtyard was quieter now, the servants subdued but still moving with the urgency of preparation. His eyes swept the space, seeking Arianne, Oberyn, or anyone who might have news.
"You" he called out a servant, his voice sharp and commanding. "Where's Princess Arianne?"
A servant approached hesitantly, bowing low. "My lord, the princess and Prince Oberyn are inside, speaking with some of the household knights."
Sundown would come all too quickly, and with it, the moment of reckoning. He moved briskly through the halls, his boots echoing against the polished stone floor. His father had to return with Sansa before sundown, or all hope of a clean escape would vanish.
Reaching the estate's main hall, he pushed the heavy door open with a creak. Inside, Oberyn Martell stood near a window, his expression contemplative as he gazed at the sunlit courtyard. Arianne sat nearby.
"Arianne. Oberyn," Edric called out, his voice cutting through the tense silence.
They turned to face him, their expressions shifting to curiosity at his arrival. Arianne's gaze lingered on him, sensing his unrest.
Edric stepped forward, his voice uneasy. "Father decided to retrieve Sansa himself. If he doesn't make it back by sundown, we're to leave without him."
Arianne rose gracefully, stepping closer to him. She placed a gentle hand on his arm. "He'll return, Edric. He knows what's at stake."
"I wish I could be as sure as you," Edric muttered, pulling away from her touch and resuming his pacing. "But what if he doesn't? What if we're left to sail without him—and without Sansa?"
Oberyn leaned against the window frame, his expression unreadable. "You're torn between duty and loyalty," he observed. "A familiar battle for any of us who've understood the importance of family."
Edric stopped in his tracks, his hands balling into fists. The sun's light streamed through the windows, casting golden patterns on the floor. "The sun is moving too fast," he said, his voice low but frustrated.
Oberyn's voice broke the silence. "Stay the course, Edric. Your father wouldn't command you to wait if he didn't believe it to be the best path."
Oberyn stood silently for a moment longer, his sharp eyes flicking between Edric and Arianne. Then, with a small nod, he turned on his heel, leaving the room without another word. The soft click of the door echoed in the hallway, leaving only the two of them in the quiet tension of the estate's inner chambers.
Arianne stood still for a beat, her eyes fixed on Edric as he stared out the window, watching the sun rise higher and higher, it wouldn't be long before it started its descent to the horizon. She moved then, gracefully, she crossed the room. She reached the wine table and poured two generous goblets of rich Dornish red.
Without speaking, she walked back to Edric, holding one of the goblets delicately in her hand. The glass was shimmering in the light as she lifted it to his lips, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she did so. She offered him the wine with a look that was both calm and expectant.
"Drink," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet command. "It will help you steady your nerves."
Edric blinked, caught off guard by the gesture, but his eyes met hers—familiar and unreadable in her steady gaze. He hesitated for just a moment, then accepted the goblet from her. He took a slow sip, letting the smooth, warm taste spread through his mouth.
Edric set the goblet down slowly, his mind still racing, but for the first time in what felt like hours, he could feel the tension in his shoulders begin to loosen. "Thank you," he muttered, though the gratitude in his voice was mixed with unease.
She smiled softly, her lips curving "It is nothing," she said simply, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper.
Arianne observed him with a soft smile, the corners of her lips curling slightly, but her expression remained unreadable. "Time moves quickly when you're worried of something you can't control," she said, her voice low, as though musing to herself. "But that's the nature of it, isn't it? You can only control what's in your hands, not what lies beyond."
Edric set the goblet down slowly, his grip tightening on the stem. "It's not just time I'm afraid of, Arianne. It's what happens if he doesn't make it back. What if we're left with no choice but to sail without him?"
Arianne tilted her head slightly, still watching him with that same inscrutable expression. "Then you do what you must. You sail. You go forward. The world won't wait for anyone, not even your father."
Her words were like a reminder of a harsh truth, but there was something in the way she said it—calm, almost distant—that made Edric's chest tighten further. It was as if she knew what was coming.
Arianne, sensing the tension that still gripped Edric, took a slow step forward, her movements as fluid as ever. She wrapped her arm around his waist in a gentle embrace, drawing him closer, her body pressing lightly against his. Her warmth contrasted the coolness of the stone walls surrounding them, and for a moment, it felt as though the chaos outside had softened, the two of them a small island in the storm of uncertainty.
She rested her cheek against his shoulder, her breath warm against his skin, as they stood side by side, looking out the window at the fading light. The world outside felt distant, but the intimacy of the moment, the closeness between them, anchored him in a way that words never could.
"You know," Arianne said, her voice a low murmur, tinged with playful mischief, "if you're going to stand like this all serious and brooding, you'll never get your lady's attention." She raised her head slightly. "You might want to try smiling, or maybe pretend you know what you're doing."
Edric felt a chuckle rise up despite himself, the first bit of ease breaking through the tension he'd been holding onto. Her teasing tone, her warm embrace, felt like a small moment of comfort in the midst of everything.
Arianne twisted in front of him, until her body was nestled between Edric and the window. Her eyes remained locked on his. She raised her hands slowly, fingers delicate, and began to trace the line of his jaw. She let her hands dance across his neck, lingering for a moment as if savoring the feel of his skin beneath her touch. Her fingertips continued their path, brushing lightly over his cheeks before threading through his hair, pulling him ever so slightly closer.
"Such a storm behind those eyes, Edric," she whispered, her voice low and soft, filled with an almost hypnotic warmth. "So much weight on your shoulders. You should let go of some of it. A little lighter, maybe... you'll see the world differently."
Her touch was gentle, tender, as though she were carefully unravelling the tension from his body with every subtle caress. Her hands moved through his hair, her fingers teasing the strands as they settled, not pulling him in with force, but allowing the closeness to settle naturally between them.
Arianne pulled back slightly, her fingers brushing against his hair one last time before her hands fell to her sides. She took a step back, looking up at him with a thoughtful expression, her eyes tracing the lines of his face as though assessing him with a keen eye.
"You look like you could use a moment to breathe," she said softly, her voice still laced with that same warm tone. "The day has been long, and I'm sure there's more to come. You should rest for a few minutes." She gestured toward the far side of the room, where a couch sat, its cushions inviting and soft. Her gaze softened, her smile a little more sincere this time. "A moment of respite might make all the difference."
Edric sighed, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered her words. He shook his head, a faint, but resolute smile crossing his face. "I appreciate the offer, Arianne," he said, "But there's still much to plan—especially for our path from the Estate to the dock. We can't afford to leave anything to chance."
He turned to face her, his gaze steady but filled with the urgency of the moment. "I need to make sure everything is arranged, every detail in place. There's no room for error, not now."
With a small shake of his head, he added, "I'll rest later—if there's time."
Without thinking, he stepped closer, his hand reaching for her cheek. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. When they pulled apart, he let out a slow breath, his eyes lingering on hers.
"Come with me," he suggested, his voice low but steady. "I need to speak to the head guard and finalize our route. We may not have much time, and I could use your presence."
Arianne took his arm without hesitation, her fingers curling around his elbow as she fell into step beside him. There was a calmness to her presence that Edric appreciated in the moment, as they walked toward the barracks.
As they moved through the corridors, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls, Arianne tilted her head slightly, her voice soft, "Do you truly think they'll let us slip away unnoticed?" she asked, her voice a touch playful, though there was an edge to it. She glanced up at him. "King's Landing is hardly the easiest place to leave in a hurry."
Edric let out a quiet sigh, his expression serious, "Nothing about this has been easy," he replied, his tone thoughtful. "But I'm doing everything I can to ensure we'll have a safe path. Once we get to the docks, things should move quickly enough."
They passed through the courtyard and down a narrow stone passage leading toward the barracks. The chief of the household guard, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a face as hard as the stone beneath their feet, stood just outside the door, arms crossed as he spoke with two other guards.
Arianne's voice dropped to a more serious note as they neared the barracks. "And what of our safety on the road? The last thing we need is an ambush in the middle of the city."
Edric nodded, his eyes narrowing as he watched the guards. "I've arranged for additional protection, but I'll need to speak with the chief to make sure everything is in order." He glanced at her, sensing the shift in her mood. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
As they reached the entrance, Edric knocked once before stepping inside. The chief of the guard looked up from a map on the table, his expression unreadable as his sharp gaze fell on Edric and Arianne.
"Lord Edric," he greeted, his voice low and respectful. "Is everything prepared for the departure?"
Edric didn't waste time on pleasantries, his voice cutting through the tension of the moment. "Are half the men dressed as commoners and stationed along the path to the dock?" he asked, his eyes scanning the chief's face for any hesitation.
The chief of the guard gave a sharp nod, his tone firm and authoritative. "Yes, my lord. We've ensured that half the men are blending in with the city's folk. They are positioned along the main routes, ready to monitor any movement, to keep watch for any sign of trouble. We've also prepared some contingency routes in case we need to change course quickly."
Edric's brow furrowed with a mixture of relief and remaining concern. "Good. Make sure they're spread out, discreet, and on alert. We can't afford to be caught off guard. We'll need a swift and clean exit."
Arianne, standing beside Edric, spoke up, her voice smooth but with authority. "And make sure none of them draw attention. The last thing we need is for anyone to suspect what we're doing."
The chief bowed his head. "Of course, my lady. We'll stay out of sight but watchful. You have my word."
"I'd like to alter our route slightly. I don't want to take the main road straight to the dock. We'll take a narrower path, one that's less frequented. It will bring us directly to the docks, but it'll give us the advantage of not being seen from the main thoroughfare."
"I need you to ensure that the entrance to this path is completely secured—blocked off with enough men to stop anyone from following us. If a fight breaks out, there should be no interruptions. No one should be able to get through until we've boarded the boat."
The chief of the guard raised an eyebrow, clearly considering the change, but Edric could see that he was already processing the new plan.
"The path you're speaking of, my lord," the chief said slowly, "is the one near the old mill, isn't it?"
Edric nodded, recalling the details of the route. "Yes, that's it. The path runs just past the mill, then curves sharply near a cluster of trees before winding down to the docks. It's narrow—perfect for keeping low, and it's sparsely used for anything other than walking to the dock for a boat. The only problem is, it's concealed—if we don't block off the entrance, it might be too easy to use as a bottleneck; we'll be massacred if it's not blocked off."
The chief's eyes narrowed as he pieced together the plan. "I remember now. The path's not been used for commerce in a long time. If I recall correctly, it's a tight squeeze, too. But it's perfect for what you're suggesting. We'll post enough men at the entrance to stop anyone from getting through, and the rest will cover the stretch leading to the docks."
Edric's voice dropped a little, as if drawing from his own memories. "And the trees that line it—they'll obscure us until we reach the docks. I want you to make sure that nobody knows we've taken it. If word gets out, we'll lose our element of surprise."
The chief of the guard nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line as he understood the urgency in Edric's words. "We'll have it covered, my lord. The entrance to the path will be guarded, and we'll ensure no one sees us before we reach the boat. It'll be as you planned."
Edric turned back toward him, his gaze intent. "Good. I'm counting on you to ensure it stays quiet. And one more thing," Edric added, pausing for a beat before speaking with conviction. "I don't want the guards informed until the last possible moment. The fewer who know, the better. We can't afford any leaks."
The chief met Edric's gaze and nodded sharply. "Aye, my lord. No one will know until the time comes. We'll keep it tight."
Edric gave a small nod of approval. "Excellent. Make sure we are ready in the next hour. I want to be sure there are no surprises."
As Edric and Arianne reentered the grand hall of the estate, the quiet hum of activity around them seemed distant. The urgency of their mission weighed on Edric's shoulders, but he remained focused, his gaze scanning the space with sharp intensity. He approached a maid who was arranging a set of fresh linens on a nearby table.
He spotted a maid passing by, carrying a basket of fresh linens. Edric approached her with a purposeful stride, his voice calm but firm
"Summon Arya, Torrhen, Oberyn, Tyene, Lord Dagon and Daemon to the study immediately," Edric instructed, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of urgency. "Tell them it's important."
The maid nodded quickly, her eyes wide with understanding. She curtsied and scurried off down the hall toward the servant's quarters to carry out the task.
Edric led Arianne into his study, the room quiet and dim with the heavy curtains drawn to shield them from the harsh light of the afternoon sun. He moved to the desk, glancing over the papers and plans scattered there, though none of them seemed to provide the comfort he needed at that moment. His mind, like his plans, was still running through contingencies. There was too much to consider, too many things that could go wrong.
Arianne stood near him, her presence a reassuring weight by his side as they waited for the others to arrive. Edric crossed the room to the window and looked out, his eyes scanning the estate's grounds beyond, though his thoughts remained far away, the sun was still moving far too quickly.
After a few moments, the door opened, and Arya entered first, her usual wild energy tempered by the urgency of the situation. She barely glanced at Edric before seating herself at the far side of the room, she is still bitter. Next came Torrhen, followed by Oberyn and Lord Dagon. Tyene and Daemon were the last to arrive, their eyes flicking briefly to Edric before turning to face the room.
With everyone now gathered, Edric moved to the front of his desk and addressed them, his voice low but commanding. "We don't have much time," he said, his tone steady despite the tension in the room. "I've planned the route to the dock, but there are a few adjustments I need to make. The path will be narrow, and we'll be relying on a concealed entrance to avoid any interruptions. Once we're at the dock, no one is to be seen until we board the boat."
He glanced at each of them in turn, noting their reactions. "This is a delicate matter. I don't want anyone—especially the guards—aware of this plan until the last moment. They'll remain uninformed until it's absolutely necessary."
Edric's eyes lingered on Arianne for a brief moment, his thoughts a whirlwind of strategy and uncertainty. "We'll need everyone's cooperation. There can be no mistakes. Not now."
Edric turned to Oberyn, his voice steady but laced with the tension of the plan now unfolding. He could feel the weight of the decisions on his shoulders, the time for hesitation long past.
"Oberyn," Edric began, meeting his eyes, "I need you and your... companion, Ellaria isn't it? to take Arya to the boat first. You'll act as a family of sorts. You guys will be dressed in poorer clothing, inconspicuous, so as not to draw attention. You'll pass through the city as if you're just another family seeking to escape the chaos. You'll act as though you've been traveling for days, tired and in need of refuge."
He paused, making sure Oberyn grasped the gravity of the plan. "This will allow us to move more freely without suspicion."
Edric exhaled sharply, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the tension in the room. He glanced toward Oberyn and the others, his tone carrying a faint note of humor as he added, "One more thing… we'll have to apologize to House Vaith later."
The room turned to him, curiosity and confusion flickering across their faces. Edric gestured vaguely with his hand. "I may or may not plan on making a hole in one of the walls at the back of the estate."
Oberyn raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming as he leaned back in his chair. "A hole in the wall, Edric? Now that's not very Stark of you."
Edric shrugged, his expression remaining serious. "It's an exit. One that isn't a main gate, where anyone expecting us might lay an ambush."
He straightened, his eyes scanning the room. "It's not an ideal decision, but it was necessary. If we need to move quickly, that exit could save our lives. House Vaith can complain later; for now, our survival is what matters."
Arianne chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the desk. "I'm sure House Vaith will be thrilled to find their estate modified so creatively."
Edric allowed himself a faint grin but quickly grew serious again. "If anyone asks, it was my doing. For now, focus on the plan."
Edric moved toward the far side of the study, where a large, ornate wooden wardrobe stood, its doors heavy with age. He unlocked it, as he pulled the doors open, the gleam of golden armor filled the space, two full sets of the iconic gold cloak armor hanging on racks.
He turned, eyes scanning the room, his voice calm but deliberate. "These are the armor of the Gold Cloaks, the city's watch. They are loyal to the crown—loyal to the city, even if they might be slow to act when needed."
Edric gestured to the armor with a slight nod, allowing the others to take in the sight. The gold cloaks were easily recognizable, their gleaming armor and distinctive cloaks a symbol of authority and control in King's Landing. He walked toward the sets, running a hand over the polished surface of the breastplate, the metal catching the light in a way that made the armor seem almost alive.
"I have two full sets," Edric continued, "and I intend to use them to our advantage. Torrhen and Daemon will wear these. Their appearance will allow them to move freely through the city, blending in with the guards and avoiding suspicion. The rest of you will stay in the shadows, and no one will be the wiser."
He glanced at each of them, his expression determined. "We need to make sure that nothing stands between us and the boat. This armor gives us an edge, but it won't matter if we don't stay focused."
Edric's gaze rested on Torrhen and Daemon, both of whom had remained quiet throughout his explanation. "Do you understand your roles? Once you're in these, you'll be our eyes and ears, blending in with the Gold Cloaks, but making sure that we reach the dock without a hitch. Any hesitation could ruin everything."
Edric stood before the assembled group, his posture firm, his voice calm but decisive as he outlined the plan. He moved to the desk, tracing a map of the estate and surrounding city with his finger as he spoke, ensuring everyone could visualize their roles.
"This is how it will go," Edric began. "Arya accompanied by Oberyn and Ellaria will leave first. The three of you will dress in plain clothing, nothing that speaks of your station. You'll take the main route to the dock, blending in as a family of commoners. You'll be the vanguard, moving naturally through the streets without raising suspicion."
He turned to Torrhen and Daemon. "You two will leave shortly after them, wearing these," he said, gesturing toward the two sets of gold cloaks armor in the corner. "You'll be posing as Gold Cloaks, you and ten of our household guards, who will be dressed as ordinary men will mill around and trail behind Arya, Oberyn, and Ellaria, ensuring their path remains clear of trouble."
Edric paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Once Torrhen and Daemon safely deliver them to the boat, you will double back. Take the normal route until you reach the smaller, secret path leading to the docks. This is where the rest of us join."
He straightened, his tone sharpening. "Arianne, Tyene, I and Lord Dagos will take that narrow path. To ensure no one follows us or notices, the entrance will be blocked by a commotion we'll , that's where you come in. You'll pick a fight with one of our guards dressed as a commoner, and the noise will draw a crowd which again will include our guards in disguise, effectively sealing off the path behind us."
Edric's finger traced the narrow route on the map. "The path leads directly to the dock. Once we're through, the guards at the entrance will keep it secure, ensuring no interruptions until we reach the boat."
He looked up, his face resolute. "Timing is critical. Each group must leave at the right moment, and everyone must play their role perfectly. Oberyn, your group leaves first. Torrhen and Daemon, you follow soon after. The household guards will be your shadow. Arianne, Tyene, and I will move last, once the commotion begins."
Edric exhaled, his eyes flickering over the group. "If we stick to the plan, we'll all be at the boat before sundown. No mistakes. No delays. Is that understood?"
He waited, his gaze lingering on each face to ensure their commitment.
"Once Arianne, Tyene Lord Dagos, and I reach the boat safely," he began, "After staging the commotion and ensuring the path is blocked, you'll both exit the scene before the crowd disperses and suspicion falls on you, you two will need to make your way to the docks as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. ."
He stepped closer to the table, tracing the path on the map again. "Use the main roads to return to the docks. Keep your Gold Cloak disguises on until you're within sight of the ship. If questioned, your armor will give you the authority to deflect attention—act as if you're searching for fugitives or keeping order in the chaos."
Edric's gaze locked on Daemon. "Once you're near the docks, remove the cloaks and blend into the crowd. You'll need to approach the boat as commoners, unarmed and inconspicuous. Remember, the goal is not to attract any unwanted attention. If anyone asks, you're simply two men looking for passage on a ship."
Edric turned his gaze to Oberyn and Arya, his tone shifting to one of calm urgency.
"Oberyn, Arya," he began, "it's best you change into the clothing we've prepared for you. The sooner you're ready, the sooner you can leave and get ahead of the rest of us. Remember, the key to this part of the plan is subtlety. Blend in as a family—poor, humble, and unassuming. It's the only way to ensure no one suspects anything."
Arya frowned slightly but nodded, her sharp eyes glancing at Oberyn for confirmation. The Dornish prince gave her a confident smirk, clearly unfazed by the task ahead.
Edric then turned to Daemon and Torrhen, gesturing toward the two sets of Gold Cloak armor he had laid out earlier. "Daemon, Torrhen, take the armor now and get dressed. Make sure it fits securely—you need to look convincing. This will be your cover when you're escorting the household guards and ensuring Arya, Oberyn, and Ellaria reach the boat without issue."
He paused, his gaze steady as he addressed them both. "Once you're dressed, remember to carry yourselves as true Gold Cloaks would—authoritative, calm, and purposeful. The household guards will follow your lead, so make sure they stick to the plan."
Edric's expression softened for a moment as he looked at all of them. "This isn't just about getting to the boat; it's about ensuring everyone stays safe. Trust in the plan, follow the timing, and we'll all make it out of here together."
As the final words of instruction were spoken, the tension in the room eased, and one by one, the group began to move. Oberyn, Arya, and Daemon, each with their own purpose, exited the study to prepare for the plan ahead.
Edric stood for a moment, watching the room empty. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the myriad details that still needed to fall into place. His gaze lingered on Arianne and Tyene, who were ready to depart as well, their expressions focused and determined.
"Let's go," Edric said softly, his voice carrying the weight of everything they had planned. He led Arianne and Tyene out of the study, his stride purposeful as they walked toward the courtyard.
Once they were outside, the warm sunlight bathed the stone walls of the courtyard. Edric felt the weight of the coming moments pressing down on him. There was little time left, and everything had to go perfectly.
He stepped forward, stopping near a section of the courtyard wall that had been carefully chosen for the task. The large stones loomed above him, solid and unmoving. He turned to Arianne and Tyene, both now at his side, and gave them a quick, sharp nod.
"I need three men," Edric said, his voice firm as he glanced around the courtyard. A pair of servants nearby, clearly waiting for orders, immediately rushed to obey.
"Bring hammers," Edric instructed them. "We need to make a hole in the wall. Quickly. It's crucial we make the space large enough to pass through, but keep it out of sight."
The servants scurried away, returning shortly with heavy hammers, their expressions tense as they understood the gravity of the task at hand. Edric gestured for them to begin.
As they worked, swinging the hammers with determined force, Edric's mind drifted back to the plan. The hole they were creating would serve as a hidden escape route. Arianne, standing close to Edric, observed the men working with interest but kept a quiet distance.
The sound of hammers against stone echoed through the air, each strike bringing them closer to the exit they would need. Edric watched the progress, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no room for error, no time for second guessing. This had to work.
As the hammer strikes continued to reverberate through the air, Edric stood at the ready, watching the men work. Each blow sent a ripple of noise through the courtyard, echoing against the stone walls, but he remained focused. The hole in the wall was starting to take shape.
Then, with a final, resounding crash, a large section of the stone wall crumbled, revealing a narrow gap—just wide enough for a man to slip through. Beyond the newly-formed hole, the interior of a small, commoner's house could be seen. The crumbling wall had broken through into the rear of the dwelling, and Edric could see a family sitting at a simple wooden table.
The small family—a woman, a man, and their two children—looked up in shock, their mouths agape. They froze, clearly startled by the sudden destruction of their home's wall. The man, a burly figure, stood up quickly, his hand instinctively moving to a small knife at his waist, while the woman clutched one of the children protectively. The air was thick with confusion and fear as they stared at the unexpected intruders.
Edric's expression hardened. There was no time to explain or hesitate.
"Seize them!" he barked, his voice commanding.
Two of the guards, who had been standing nearby, rushed forward immediately. They moved swiftly, grabbing the man and the woman and forcing them away from the table. The children cried out in alarm, but there was no time to comfort them. The guards, despite the harshness of the situation, tried to handle the family with as much care as possible, but there was no mistaking the urgency in Edric's eyes.
"Please," the man begged, his voice pleading. "We have done nothing. What is this?"
Edric stepped into the room, his expression hard. "Nothing," he said flatly. "But you'll keep quiet. You're not to mention this hole or what you've seen. If you do, I won't be responsible for what happens next."
The man's eyes widened with fear, and he nodded quickly, his mouth clamped shut. The children sat motionless, the fear in their eyes a reflection of the terror in the parents' hearts.
Edric surveyed the newly formed hole with a sharp gaze, his thoughts already turning to the next step. He knew they needed more space, more access. The hole was just the first step; they couldn't afford to be detected or delayed now.
"Men," he called, turning to the two guards who had been standing by, awaiting further orders. "Head to the far side of this house, break through into the next one. Make a hole similar to this one. Quickly, and without making noise."
The guards exchanged a brief nod before they moved into action, heading to the far end of the small, broken-down home. Edric's eyes flickered to the hole in the wall. Time was slipping through his fingers, and he couldn't afford to be cautious now. They had to do this efficiently.
As the hammering continued, the sounds of destruction echoed again, and soon enough, a second hole was made—just as large as the first, opening into the adjacent house. The hammer blows were swift, but Edric knew that there was no time for hesitation. He couldn't risk any attention being drawn to the destruction.
Once the hole was made, Edric looked to his men and gave the command without hesitation.
"Now, seize them. Bring the people inside here. No one leaves until we've finished our work," he instructed firmly.
Two guards went through the hole, moving quickly. Edric's eyes narrowed as he heard voices from the other side—shouted orders, sounds of confusion. This house, too, was occupied by a family. As he expected, it was a small family of commoners. They had been dining, perhaps in the same fashion as the last family, when they were interrupted by the sound of the breaking wall.
The man, a frail-looking figure, stood up in alarm, but his feet were already planted firmly on the floor. He instinctively tried to block his wife and child from the sight of the soldiers coming through the hole, but he was quickly seized. The woman, appearing terrified, clutched her young child tightly as the guards roughly moved them out of the house.
Edric stepped forward, meeting the gaze of the family, their fearful eyes wide. "Do as they say," he instructed, his voice calm but hard. "You won't be harmed if you cooperate. Come with me."
They had no choice but to comply, their movements slow as they were ushered from their home, the children crying and calling for their parents. Edric grimaced, but he knew the urgency left him no room for mercy right now. The family was swiftly brought through the hole in the wall and into the courtyard, where they were now effectively trapped with the other family.
"Keep them here," Edric ordered, watching the scene unfold. The situation was starting to feel more uncomfortable by the second, but there was little choice in the matter.
Edric walked over to the families, his steps deliberate and measured as he approached them. The small children clung to their mothers, their faces streaked with tears, while the father of each family stood awkwardly, clearly uncertain of what to expect. The soldiers who had seized them stood off to the side, watching over them with stern eyes.
He cleared his throat, drawing their attention as he stood before them. His voice was firm but calm, attempting to reassure them in a situation that was anything but normal.
"Listen to me," he began, his gaze shifting between the two families. "I am Edric Stark, and while the circumstances may seem harsh, I want you to understand that no harm will come to you. You will be compensated for the damage done to your homes. I know this is an unsettling situation, but I give you my word that I will make things right."
The man of the first family nodded slowly, still unsure, but hopeful. The woman clutched her child tighter, her eyes filled with anxiety. Edric softened his expression, speaking more gently now.
"I understand your fear, and I promise you, this disruption will not be for nothing. You'll be taken care of, and no one will lay a hand on you. All I ask is that you stay here quietly until we're finished."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "I'm not here to harm you or your families. This is a necessary step, and once we've completed what we need to do, we will make sure you're compensated for your trouble."
The man swallowed hard but nodded again. "We understand, my lord," he said quietly, his voice trembling.
Edric gave a small, reassuring smile, though the situation still weighed heavily on him. "Thank you for your cooperation," he said with a nod before turning to the guards. "Make sure they are treated with respect. Let's keep them safe until we are finished here."
Edric took a deep breath as he walked toward the families, who were now huddled together in the far corner of the courtyard. The children had stopped crying, but the look of fear was still in their eyes. The weight of the situation pressed on him, but he steeled himself, walking with an air of authority, his cloak swishing around him as he approached them.
As Oberyn, Arya, Ellaria, Daemon, and Torrhen re-entered the courtyard, they paused at the sight of the hole in the wall. The dust had yet to settle, and the remnants of the broken stone and mortar littered the ground. Oberyn raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze darting over to Edric.
"Quite the method of entry you've chosen, Edric," Oberyn said with a smirk, leaning casually against the stone. His eyes flicked to the families being kept in the corner of the courtyard, then back to Edric. "I see you're making a statement. Are we expecting a party?"
Daemon chuckled, stepping forward and giving the hole a closer inspection. "A lot of noise for a quiet exit, wouldn't you say? But I suppose it'll work." He shot a quick glance at the families. "You're not worried about them getting curious, are you?"
Torrhen, his face set in a more serious expression, eyed the hole before speaking. "It's a good plan. No one will think twice about us coming through here." He shifted his stance. "But I do hope we don't have any more surprises waiting for us."
Edric looked to his men, his voice firm as he directed them. "Have a few pouches of gold brought to the families. Make sure they're compensated for the damage." He glanced back at the group, a sharp edge in his tone as he spoke to his guards. "I don't want any questions, just ensure they are well taken care of."
One of the guards nodded and quickly moved off to do Edric's bidding.
Turning back to the group, Edric addressed them with a quick, deliberate tone. "We'll have everything in place soon. Once we're on the boat, we'll have our route clear. But I'll need all of you ready—there's no room for mistakes now."
Arianne's eyes softened as she watched Edric handle the situation with command. She stood next to him, her hand lightly resting on his arm, as the rest of the group fell into position, waiting for the next instructions.
Edric turned back to the group, his expression resolute. "We can't afford any distractions. This path needs to stay clear until we're ready to move. We'll secure the entrance and get the families settled, then we'll make our way through. Once we're done here, we move quickly—there's no room for hesitation."
He shot a glance at each of them, his eyes locking with Oberyn's for a brief moment. "We stick to the plan. No surprises."
Arya, who had been silent up until this point, suddenly moved with surprising speed. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around Edric, her small frame pressing against him in a tight hug. Her face, hidden for a moment in the folds of his clothing.
Edric stood still, caught by surprise for just a heartbeat before he instinctively placed his hands on her back, returning the hug with a reassuring firmness. Arya, though small and with her head barely reaching his stomach, clung to him, her emotions more evident than usual.
"I don't want to be alone," she murmured, her voice soft but tinged with fear. Her grip tightened as she spoke again. "Father's not here... Sansa's missing, and... we're leaving too. I'm scared, Edric."
He bent slightly, his voice low but steady as he spoke. "You won't be alone, Arya. I promise you. We'll all make it out. I'll make sure of it." He stroked her back gently, trying to offer her comfort in the midst of the chaos.
As she pulled away just enough to look up at him, there was a mix of gratitude and lingering uncertainty in her eyes. "Stay safe," he added softly, his hand resting on her shoulder.
Arya nodded, her hands still gripping his sleeve as if trying to hold onto that promise, the weight of everything pressing on her small shoulders.
The sound of the city bells rang out sharply, filling the air with a heavy, mournful tone. Each chime seemed to reverberate in Edric's chest, a cold reminder that their time in King's Landing was rapidly running out. His eyes squeezed shut as the tolls echoed in the distance, a sign of the King's death. When he opened them again, the reality of their situation settled even more heavily upon him.
"That's it," Edric muttered to himself, his voice hardening with resolve. "It's time."
He turned to Oberyn, his expression firm, a quiet urgency creeping into his voice. "Oberyn, it's time for you to go."
Oberyn, always composed, gave a slight nod. His lips curled into a faint smile, but there was an understanding between them, a mutual recognition of the gravity of the moment. He offered no further words, only a brief glance toward the others before moving to leave, Arya still clutched firmly in the middle of the group.
Edric then turned back to Arya, who still looked anxious but was now clinging to his sleeve with a renewed sense of fear and uncertainty. With a deep breath, Edric knelt before her, his eyes softening as he reached for her hands.
"Listen to me," Edric said, his voice low but full of warmth, the weight of his words settled deep in his chest. "You're going to be safe, Arya. I won't let anything happen to you."
He placed his hands over hers, a firm reassurance, and when he spoke again, it was with a quiet promise, "No matter what happens, you are not alone in this. We'll get through this, I swear it."
For the first time in a long while, Arya's shoulders seemed to relax just a little. Her grip on Edric loosened, and though there was still a trace of fear in her eyes, the words seemed to steady her.
Edric gave her hands one final squeeze before rising, standing tall once more. He gave her a slight nod, a silent signal that they were ready for the next step in their dangerous escape. The toll of the bells rang in the distance, and with a deep breath, Edric knew the moment had come to act.
Oberyn, Ellaria, and Arya moved swiftly toward the hole in the wall. The moment was heavy with tension as the clattering of footsteps echoed through the courtyard, and the bells rang relentlessly in the distance, marking the death of the King.
Ellaria took Arya's hand firmly in hers, guiding the young girl through the small opening in the stone. Arya hesitated for a moment, her fear visible, but Ellaria's grip was steady, grounding her. With a soft but reassuring squeeze, Ellaria led her through the hole, her other hand brushing over the stone as if to reassure herself that they were indeed making their escape.
Once they were through, Oberyn stepped lightly after them, his expression unreadable as he glanced back toward Edric and the others. He made no sign of uncertainty—he had long prepared for this moment, though the weight of what was to come still loomed large.
Behind them, Torrhen and Daemon were next, moving quickly to follow, stepping through the hole with practiced ease. Torrhen's hand rested on his sword hilt, his stance alert, but he made no move to speak—there was no time for words now. They had to remain focused.
Once through the hole, Edric stood, watching as the group began their departure. The plan was in motion now, and everything was happening as it should. The clock was ticking, and there was no turning back.
Arianne walked over to Edric, she placed a hand on his arm, her fingers trailing down his sleeve as she guided him towards a daybed in the courtyard.
"Now we wait," she said softly, her voice low and soothing, the weight of the words matching the gravity of the situation.
Edric nodded, his gaze flicking back to the hole in the wall and the path his allies had taken. The minutes stretched long, but he allowed Arianne to guide him, the soft cushions of the daybed offering him a rare moment of respite. As they sat, her proximity seemed to offer him some small measure of peace, though the urgency of the escape still churned within him.
She sat beside him, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they simply breathed in the quiet before the storm.
Edric rubbed his eyes tiredly, the exhaustion settling in as the weight of the past hours pressed upon him. His hands fell to his lap, fingers tightening into fists for a moment before he exhaled, shoulders sagging with the sheer tension of everything that had yet to come.
"All that's left…" he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. "Is for my father to return with Sansa."
His voice trailed off, uncertainty hanging in the air. Though the plan was set, and the pieces had been carefully placed, the final piece—the one that had been so crucial to all of it—was still out of his hands.
"The king is dead," she said quietly, almost as though she were weighing the words, "and I wonder how quickly Joffrey will attempt to take control."
Edric shifted slightly, glancing at her. His brows furrowed as the weight of the question sunk in. "Joffrey..." He paused, running a hand through his hair. "I don't trust him to wait long. He's always been rash, too eager to prove himself." His voice was steady, though there was an undercurrent of concern. "He's probably declaring the date of his coronation as we speak?"
Edric leaned back, staring at the sky for a moment. "What do you think? How much longer do we have before he makes his move?"
Arianne's gaze hardened slightly, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Not long. Joffrey won't be patient, not with the power now so close within his grasp. But as always, the real question will be how long he can hold it before those around him begin to challenge him, or worse, see him as a tool to be manipulated."
Edric nodded, turning his gaze back to the entrance of the estate. "Then it's more important than ever for us to get to the boat safely, and for my father to return with Sansa. If we don't leave now..." His voice trailed off, his chest tightening at the thought of what might happen if they stayed.
Arianne reached over, her fingers brushing against his arm. "We'll leave when the time is right, Edric. Just be sure we are ready for whatever comes next."
Edric glanced around the courtyard, his eyes landing on the families from the neighboring houses. They were sitting on the grass, clearly confused and uncomfortable, some whispering to each other while others just stared into space, still trying to grasp what had happened. A feeling of guilt gnawed at him as he realized he had almost forgotten about them in the chaos of their preparations.
With a sigh, he stood up, his thoughts running a little too fast. "Fuck," he murmured, looking back at her with a frown. "I completely forgot about the families. They should be resting somewhere, not left out here in the open."
Arianne raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as Edric moved toward the nearest servant. He called one over in a low voice, his tone apologetic but firm. "Take the families to the empty chambers on the second floor. Make sure they're comfortable, and they're not to leave until tonight. No one must know of our departure." He paused, adding, "And ensure they're well-fed and cared for. I don't want anyone going hungry or frightened."
The servant nodded quickly, taking off to carry out his orders. Edric looked back at the families, his expression softening.
The courtyard was eerily still. Edric paced slowly, his boots tapping lightly against the stone as he took in the silent scene around him. The families had been ushered away to the chambers, the servants gone about their tasks, and the guards stood motionless at the entrance, their presence almost more intimidating than comforting. Ten men, all ready to ensure the safety of their escape, but there was something unnerving about the quiet before the storm.
Tyene had quietly joined Arianne on the daybed, her presence calm but watchful. The two women exchanged a few murmured words, their focus on Edric as he moved with purpose.
Edric stopped in the middle of the courtyard, rubbing his temple as if trying to ease the tension. He called out to a nearby servant, his voice carrying a quiet authority. "Get a team to clean up the rubble immediately. I want it done quickly and efficiently—this courtyard needs to look normal again. No one can suspect anything out of place."
The servant nodded and hurried off to gather others. Edric turned to another servant standing by the door. "Go to the dining hall and bring the largest tapestry you can find. Use it to cover the hole in the wall. It must look deliberate, wet it so that it appears as if we've placed it to dry" His tone was sharp but not unkind, a reflection of the urgency he felt.
The servants scurried to follow his orders, a small group already gathering brooms and tools to clear away the debris. Edric watched for a moment before taking a deep breath and resuming his pacing. His mind was racing, but he tried to maintain his composure.
Edric's eyes flicked to the guards, standing like statues at the entrance. They were the final line of defense, the ones who would escort them to the dock and ensure they made it to the ship. He could already hear the distant murmur of the streets beyond the estate, but here, in the courtyard, there was only silence—an unnerving stillness as they waited for the final moment.
His fingers twitched at his sides, a nervous habit, and he stopped his pacing for a moment to catch his breath. "It's almost time," he murmured to no one in particular. The words seemed to hang in the air, too loud for the quiet courtyard, but he quickly shook his head and turned back to Arianne and Tyene.
"We'll leave soon. We have to make sure everything is in place before we move," Edric said, his voice steady despite the tightness in his chest.
The courtyard was silent as Edric oversaw the cleanup. A servant's hurried footsteps echoed in the courtyard as he entered, breathless, his eyes wide with urgency. "My lord," he panted, "there is a man at the entrance, calls himself Janos Slynt. He demands entry, says there is a warrant for your arrest. He claims it's been issued in the name of the king."
Edric's heart skipped a beat. The name struck him like a bolt of lightning. Janos Slynt—Commander of the City Watch. He had no doubt that this was part of the chaos that followed King Robert's death, and with Joffrey now in power.
His eyes flicked to Arianne and Tyene, both of whom were still seated on the daybed, their expressions unreadable, but the tension in the air shifted, tightening like a noose.
Edric straightened, his gaze hardening. "We've been expecting trouble," he muttered, his voice low and controlled. "But I didn't think it would come this quickly."
Edric's hand clenched into a fist at his side, and for a moment, he was silent, taking in the weight of the situation. His first instinct was to run, to flee from the estate, but they had a plan, and they couldn't afford to make mistakes now. The ship, the escape—it was all in motion, and they couldn't afford to let anything disrupt it. He called on one of the guards "Tell the men at the entrance of the estate to stall Slynt as much as possible and engage in a fight if required."
Edric's eyes flicked to the horizon, his thoughts a whirlwind. He couldn't afford to waste time. Janos Slynt and the city watch were closing in on them, but they still had the secret path, the one they'd created through the commoners' houses. It was their only hope. Edric decided that they still had a chance to slip away unnoticed. Edric said, his voice low. "We'll escape and no one will be the wiser."
"Now bring the family from the second floor, I want everyone in the estate to be the homes on the other side, all the servants, most of the maids and cooks have been dismissed already I presume, but everyone else."
Edric turned back to Arianne and Tyene, who were already on their feet, their faces set with determination. Lord Dagos, standing nearby, adjusted his sword belt and gave a curt nod.
"It's time," Edric said, his voice steady despite the tension knotting his chest. "We leave now, through the passage. Stay close, and move quietly. The City Watch doesn't know about the exit, but we can't afford any delays."
Arianne slipped her hand into his, her grip firm. "Let's go." Edric squeezed her hand and gestured for Arianne to step through first.
One by one, they entered the commoners' house on the other side of the wall. "Let's keep moving," he murmured, ushering Arianne, Tyene, and Dagos toward the second hole that led to the next house.
They passed through the second breach and emerged into another commoner's home, this one eerily quiet. The occupants had already been moved to the estate, leaving the space empty. Edric's pulse quickened. They were getting closer to freedom.
Finally, they reached the last breach. Beyond it lay the narrow path that would lead them straight to the docks. Edric paused for a moment, glancing back at Arianne, Tyene, and Dagos.
"This is it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Once we're on the path, there's no turning back. Stay close, and keep your heads down."
Arianne gave him a resolute nod, her expression fierce. Tyene's lips curved into a faint smile, her calm demeanor unshaken. Dagos grunted in acknowledgment, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
The throne room of the Red Keep was eerily silent, the weight of impending violence thick in the air. Eddard Stark, his hands bound by thick chains, lay on the cold stone floor before the Iron Throne. His head hung low, his disheveled hair and grim expression a testament to the torture he had endured. The anger in his chest was tempered by the cold weight of reality—he had been betrayed, not just by the Lannisters, but by the very people he had trusted to stand by him. His mind raced with thoughts of his children, of the lives that hung in the balance. He could only hope that Edric, Arya, and the others had made it out of King's Landing safely.
Before him stood the circle of the ruling faction—Joffrey Baratheon, the vile boy king; Cersei Lannister, his manipulative mother; Petyr Baelish, ever calculating and opportunistic; and the Kingsguard. They glared down at him, the air thick with accusation.
Joffrey, his face flushed with fury, stood at the center of the group, shaking with rage as his eyes burned into Eddard. "You—you thought you could steal the throne from me?" His voice cracked, high-pitched and cruel.
Cersei was next to him, her face contorted with contempt. She crossed her arms and sneered at Eddard, the weight of her actions already sinking in. "You think your 'honor' and your 'oath' mean anything in this world, Stark? My son is the king, and you—" She waved her hand dismissively, as if Eddard's life was insignificant. "You're nothing more than a traitor, a fool who dared challenge the rightful king."
Eddard's gaze was unwavering as he lifted his head, despite the chains pulling taut against his neck. "Your son," he said, his voice firm but tinged with disdain, "is not the rightful king. Your actions have defiled everything that was ever true. You have no honor, no claim."
Joffrey's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "You dare speak to me like that?" He took a step forward, his voice trembling with rage. "You're nothing but a coward, kneeling before us, shackled like a dog! My mother says you wanted to steal my throne, to take what's rightfully mine. Tell me, Stark, is that true? Was that your plan all along?"
Eddard remained silent, his heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. He had not desired the throne—he had only wanted to honor Robert's last wish, but they had twisted his every word, every action. The truth no longer mattered here.
Baelish, quiet until now, spoke up, his voice mocking. "The realm must be stable, Lord Stark. Your... ambitions would have torn it apart. The boy king needs no pretenders."
Eddard's eyes met Baelish's with a hard stare. "Stability built on lies is no stability at all," he said quietly. "Joffrey's rule will be nothing but tyranny, and this kingdom will pay for it."
Joffrey snarled, his young face twisted in anger. "Enough of your nonsense!" he shouted. "The truth is, you thought you could control us. You thought you could manipulate the crown, but I—" He pointed to himself, his voice becoming almost childishly smug. "I am the king now. No one can stop me."
Joffrey smirked, looking down at Eddard. "I'm not a child anymore, Stark. I don't need a regent. I will rule this kingdom as I see fit." His voice was full of self-assurance.
Eddard slowly lifted his head, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Joffrey. The prince's fury didn't faze him; he had faced worse. "I never sought to steal your throne, Joffrey," Eddard spoke softly, but there was conviction in his words. "I only sought to honor Robert's final decree."
But Joffrey was beyond reasoning. He stood, his youthful face twisted in a rage that threatened to consume him. "You lie!" he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can claim the throne for yourself? You would steal my birthright, steal everything from me!"
He raised a hand, and the room held its breath. The guards standing at attention seemed ready to pounce.
"Perhaps it is time to remind Lord Stark just who holds the power in this room," Cersei suggested coolly, her gaze now directed at Eddard. She flicked her wrist, signaling to the guards nearby. "Make him speak. We must hear his confession."
Joffrey turned to Cersei, nodding eagerly. "Yes, make him pay for his treachery! I want him to suffer!"
But Eddard's eyes didn't waver. He spoke again, his voice low but resolute, "I never sought power, only to fulfill Robert's dying wish. You may have the throne now, Joffrey, but you're still a child. There's much you don't understand." His words were like daggers to the boy king, and for a brief moment, Joffrey faltered.
"Shut your mouth!" Joffrey screamed, his face flushed with rage. He turned to Baelish and Varys. "Get him to speak! Make him admit it!" he shouted, but his voice cracked with frustration.
The heavy silence in the throne room was broken by the sudden, hurried entrance of a few armored men, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone floors as they rushed to the center of the room. Their faces were grim, eyes wide with panic, and the leader of the group quickly dropped to one knee before Joffrey, his voice urgent.
"Your Grace, there's troubling news," the soldier reported breathlessly, sweat still beading on his forehead. "We have searched the estate thoroughly, but the Starks, the Dornish—they are gone. It's as if they vanished without a trace. We've found no sign of them, and the estate is locked down, yet there's no sign of anyone leaving. It's like they disappeared."
The room went still, the only sound the faint rustling of Cersei's gown as she shifted slightly beside Joffrey. A mix of confusion and disbelief spread across the faces of the courtiers present, but it was Joffrey who reacted first, his face flushing with an unholy combination of anger and panic.
"They disappeared?" Joffrey's voice was dangerously quiet, each word measured and strained. He looked to his mother, his brow furrowed, as if seeking an explanation. "How could they vanish from right under our noses?"
Cersei's expression darkened, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "This cannot be a coincidence. They must have planned this escape in advance." Her voice was cold, calculating, as she scanned the room, considering every possibility. "How could they leave without being noticed? We had the estate surrounded."
The captain stood, his armor clinking, and hesitated before answering. "There's no sign of their exit. Nothing unusual. It's as if they simply... disappeared."
"Send more men!" Joffrey finally exploded, his fury rising again. "Track them down! They must not get away! And if anyone aided them—" He trailed off, his voice trembling with rage. "Find them all!"
Baelish's voice was calm, as he spoke from the shadows, "Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be wise to consider the possibility that they knew what was coming. That their disappearance is not by mere chance." His words were a delicate suggestion, one that would allow him to manipulate the situation for his own ends. "It seems Lord Stark's children are not without their own plans."
Cersei shot him a sharp glance but said nothing, her thoughts swirling as she considered their next steps. "Seal the gates of King's Landing," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "No one leaves or enters the city without my command." She shot a cold, calculating glance at Joffrey, ensuring he was still placated for the moment.
She paused for a moment, her lips tightening in thought. "Search the docks. If they've fled by sea, they won't get far. Every ship, every crate—every inch of the waterfront—must be searched. I want them found. Now."
Her orders were carried out swiftly, as guards and officials scrambled to carry out the Queen's commands. Cersei's expression hardened, her thoughts turning dark. The Stark family had made their move, but she would ensure that no one escaped her grasp.
Joffrey however grew more frustrated and angered, his face twisted with rage as he stood, his hands shaking with fury. His eyes blazed with an anger that had been building for hours. Without warning, he grabbed the hilt of his sword, unsheathing it with. The cold steel gleamed in the dim light of the throne room as Joffrey stalked over to where Eddard Stark knelt, still bound in chains, his expression defiant despite the position he was in.
With a swift, violent motion, Joffrey swung the flat of his sword across Eddard's back, the metal slamming against his shoulder with a sickening thud. Eddard winced but did not cry out, his jaw set tight as the sharp sting of the blow radiated through him.
"Where are they, Stark?" Joffrey spat, his voice venomous, trembling with barely-contained rage. "Tell me now, or I'll have you flayed where you kneel. Your children cannot escape me forever."
Joffrey was beyond angry now. He struck Eddard once more, his voice low and full of menace. "Answer me!"
Eddard grunted in pain, his body buckling slightly under the blow, but he held his ground, his defiance burning still. Blood oozed from the impact, staining the ground beneath him.
"Where is Edric?" Joffrey spat, his voice full of venom. "And where is his Dornish whore? I want answers now!"
The room fell silent as Eddard remained kneeling, his face a mask of stoic resignation despite the pain. He raised his head slowly, his gaze unwavering from Joffrey, even as the boy king's sword hovered threateningly above him.
"Your Grace," Eddard said, his voice strained. "You may strike me, but it will not change the truth. I do not know where my son has gone."
Joffrey's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the veins in his neck bulging with rage. "Liar!" he hissed, the sword coming down again, this time across Eddard's chest.
Cersei stepped forward, her voice cold and dangerous, as she addressed her son. "Joffrey, you'll get nothing from him this way. He's always been loyal to his children, and you can't break him with threats. Not yet."
Joffrey's eyes flicked toward his mother, and for a moment, the rage seemed to subside, but only slightly. He sheathed the sword and paced around the room, his fists clenched. Joffrey's lips curled into a cruel, mocking smile as he looked down at Eddard, still kneeling in chains. The words he spoke dripped with venom.
"Loyal to your children, is that what you say?" Joffrey sneered, stepping closer to the disgraced Warden of the North. His voice grew colder, more menacing. "Well, if you're so loyal to them, let's see how you feel when I make an example of your sweet Sansa. I'll bring her here, to stand before you... and then we'll see if your loyalty holds up when I demand answers from her."
Eddard's heart clenched at the mention of his daughter. He couldn't bear the thought of her in this filthy room, caught in the web of Joffrey's cruelty.
Joffrey turned sharply to the guards standing at attention, his eyes wild with a twisted sort of glee. "Bring Sansa to me—now," he ordered. "Let's see how much loyalty her father has when he's forced to watch her suffer."
The room was thick with tension as Joffrey paced back and forth, a twisted figure of power and cruelty. "Perhaps she knows where Edric is, or the Dornish dogs. Perhaps I'll make her reveal it. There's nothing like a little... pressure to make a girl talk."
As the men moved to obey, Joffrey's gaze flicked back to Eddard, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "You see, Stark," he said, his voice low and mocking.
"I don't need to break you with violence alone. I can break you through your family—starting with your sweet little girl."