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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 5, 2017 15:15:17 GMT -7
Katherine wasn't sure just how all of this was going to play out but she knew that in the end she was going to come face to face with Cersei and more than that she wanted the Iron Throne to go back to the one person who deserved it more than any of them, she knew that it was going to be long and bloody and she prayed that in the end the North got their freedom.
It was a price to pay she did have to admit that but didn't everyone pay this price? Didn't Robb pay this price when he was marching South?
She moved her eyes away from Edric and up in the direction of where they would be going and wondered what was going on in the castle right now? Katherine had never found the place so quiet, even at night there had always been something going on but she guessed that with Robert dead all of that had stopped at night and maybe Cersei was stamping down on anything that their father had done. It meant she never did have any fun with the whores that Robert used to bring into the castle as if her mother hadn't even existed.
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Post by Ray on Oct 5, 2017 17:00:46 GMT -7
Minutes pass, silent and slow, and Edric starts to feel the painful ache of apprehension and boredom riding along his shoulders. He keeps his eyes locked on the stairwell, expecting something to happen, anything, growing tired of waiting. But there's nothing. No echoing voices or footsteps or the metal clash of swords. Nothing. Just the steady drip of water somewhere in the dungeon and cool whistling breeze of air rushing through the tunnel at his back. Nothing.
He exhales a slow breath, his eyes slipping shut, his patience wearing thin.
And then the walls shake with the sudden echoing sound of a bell. Edric's eyes split open once more. It rings again, and again, frantic as the chimes tremor down the stairway towards them. He doesn't know much about Westeros. Doesn't know much about their kings or queens or family politics. But he knows bells only ring for three reasons: a wedding, a death, or an attack.
Edric turns his gaze towards Katherine. "Your war has started." He says, and without a second of hesitation, he moves towards the stairs.
He takes them two at a time, his feet carrying him swiftly higher and higher as the bell continues to toll. He passes prison cells, metal doors with no windows at all, metal doors with iron slants just wide enough to let the dank smell drift out from within, metal doors rusted shut. A guard stumbles out of a nook, surprised by the sudden sound and hastily pulling on a helmet. But Edric grabs him by the throat and slams him back hard against the stone wall, knocking him unconscious with a single hit. The guard crumbles to the stairwell, his helmet clattering as it bounces back down the way he'd come. Edric continues.
The staircase finally reaches a window, and Edric pauses long enough to look out at the city below.
It had only been minutes, but chaos already stretches as far as the eye can see. The Dothraki riders charge through the Dragon Gate, their horses kicking dirt high, their war cries echoing through the city. To the west, Edric can see ships in the bay, black sails painted with red dragons. A cannon fires, and Edric watches as a chunk of the wall surrounding the city breaks free.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 5, 2017 17:34:22 GMT -7
The silence is deafening and for a moment she thinks about saying something else but she's sure that if she does then Edric could rip her tongue out and she's quite accustomed to her tongue. So instead she stays quiet and then a bell rings out and she raises her eyes and knows of the three things that the bells ring for and it wasn't for Cersei's marriage or even her death so... they were here.
Edric speaks to her and for a moment she rolls her eyes, it wasn't only her war. Dany wanted the throne and asked them to help and then they would get their freedom. She wanted to say that but in the end it wouldn't matter to him. She got to her feet before following after him and caught up just in time to see him with the guard and she winced but didn't say anything out loud. Instead she followed Edric up once more and then they came to the window and she looked out just in time to see the cannon fire and it hit the wall.
Katherine looked over the whole scene and she couldn't believe her eyes because one minute it had been quiet and now everything was happening, Cersei won't know what has hit her because half of her forces were at Casterly Rock. She wasn't here to kill her sister but to hopefully talk her to letting the throne go, if she had said that to anyone then they would look at her as if she was insane and maybe leaving them to guess what she was going to do was the best idea but it seemed as if Edric had made up his mind on what she was going to do because of what Ramsey Bolton had said.
"Whatever you do, don't let Jon come for me" she said and looked over at Edric before she walked up the steps around him. Katherine didn't want Jon to come get her just in case she couldn't talk her sister out of leaving the throne behind.
In her room she heard the bells ring and then moved to the patio to see that there were men, more like savages, in King's Landing and they were everywhere. Cersei caught sight of ships and then she swallowed hard when she saw the sigil on the banners... her father had been right. The Targaryen girl was going to fuck everything up and honestly she had thought that he would've had her murdered but clearly he hadn't.
The door was opened and in came her hand and he then started going on about how the men were everywhere and that half of the men were at Casterly Rock. Cersei knew that, she knew that the men were not around but she hoped that the men that they did have was going to be enough because that's all that they had and calling on more fighters would take longer than the time they probably had.
Cersei was now starting to go over the fact that maybe Casterly Rock had been a distraction so that they could get here at King's Landing without her knowing they were on their way here. She was angry and wanted answers on how the hell this could happen but she was going to have to wait for the answers.
"We have to go Your Grace, bring the child" he said nudging his head towards the girl in the small bed.
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Post by Ray on Oct 5, 2017 18:18:30 GMT -7
The Dothraki take the Dragon Gate, swarming like wolves after the slaughter, descending the hill into the heart of the city and cutting soldiers down in their path.
The Unsullied take Blackwater Bay, a black wave swimming onto King's Landing's shore, hurling cannonballs and flaming rocks from their decks at the walls of the city.
The Northmen take the Iron Gate.
The charge marches in, running through the streets of Flea's Bottom in formation. Civilians scatter, hurrying inside their own walls and barring the doors against the invaders, giving them an easy pass through the lower sect of the city. Down here, Lannister soldiers are sparse -- either dealing with the Dothraki hoard or defending the Red Keep in a tight circle. Jon would bet on the latter. It's only been minutes but that's enough time for an army to rally themselves. Enough time for the castle doors to close. Enough time for the Queen to fortify herself.
He hopes Edric is already inside.
"Where is this army we were pissing ourselves over?" Tormund asks in a roar, eyes already wild with the want of a fight.
"Not here," Jon replies, lifting his dark eyes to the castle. "The Red Keep is the most fortified part of the city. They'll let all the commoners die before they forfeit it."
"So how do we get up there?" Tormund huffs, turning to look as well.
A dark shadow passes overhead, and Jon glances upwards, "We let her go first."
Drogon and Rhaegal glide low over the city, their echoing screeches shaking the walls of the poorer houses, beating against their eardrums. Rhaegal soars high, sailing around the towers of the Red Keep. While Drogon...
Daenerys pulls him towards the walls. Soldiers lift bows, pointing their arrows at the dragon's underbelly, but when they loose the arrows only dance off, breaking into shards before they ever pierce through his armored scales. Drogon circles back around and, opening its mouth wide, blasts fire down upon them. The red stones go black with soot, smoke rising in thick plumes into the air, the screams of burning soldiers clutching at their melting flesh echoes even this far.
Jon and Tormund exchange momentary glances, before he kicks his heel into his horse's side, and charges up the street.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 5, 2017 19:02:13 GMT -7
"No," she said and shook her head "I'm staying here" Cersei was determined that she wasn't going to go anywhere else and with the child being here in the room she was going to be staying put. "Make sure you get these filthy savages" she said through her teeth and then watched as her Hand nodded even if she could tell that he didn't want to leave her here "Go" she said through her teeth and then pushed him back out of her room shutting the door behind him.
Cersei made sure that everything was barred, the door to the small patio balcony she had was locked and she looked over at the child. The small thing was asleep. She wished she could be asleep right now.
Katherine made it to the top of the stairs and she fought a couple of the guards and so did Edric but in the end she went her own way, she knows that there is a back passage around here somewhere but she couldn't remember just where it was, she hadn't been here for a very long time. But sometimes she found memories popping up of herself walking through the hallways when she was younger and knew that right now wasn't the best time to be thinking about this.
She finally found the secret passageway and disappeared down it before some guards moved passed, she could hear their voices and listened as they moved further and further away from her and she let a sigh of relief out. This whole place had passages and if you wanted too could move about the castle without anyone seeing you, it was these passages that she would use to sneak away to meet Leith.
Katherine moved through the passageway in the direction of the King and Queen's room. She had used it that day to get to her fathers room to say goodbye to him before she left for robb's camp. Alone in her thoughts she knew that what Edric had said was the truth but she wasn't going to admit it to him, she knew that she had left Sansa behind but she had never entered Robb's camp to marry him, she had fought out protection and that was it. What happened afterwards had got him killed and she would live with that for the rest of her days but not today, not this night when she had to concentrate on the war.
She finally found the door that she had been looking for and she hoped there was a screen in front of it because she would be able to use it. Katherine opened the door and thankfully there was a screen and she did use it, Cersei was a little bit away from the bed but it there was a smaller bed that caught her eye. Cersei has a child? She never knew that. By why would Katherine know that?
But then her eyes fell on the blanket, the very pretty blanket that Sarah had wrapped Amelia in. Katherine's heart gave a painful lurch. How dare she. How dare she have Amelia. Katherine moved over to the bed and found herself looking down at her daughter and the thought of not killing her slipped from Katherine's mind. Now she really was going to kill her.
Katherine walked over to where her sister was standing and then she poked the sword against Cersei' s back "Hello sister" she said but knew that the other woman couldn't see the anger on her face. Even if she could probably hear it in Katherine's words.
"Katerina" Cersei said and scoffed "of course you would have something to do with this"
"You scream and I will cut your throat"
"You have done it before, not mine but Walder Frey's" Cersei smirked to herself and then grunted when she felt the sword dig a little closer to her back.
"Move" Katherine said and then turned Cersei around and moved into the direction of the bed before she grabbed Amelia and nudged Cersei in the back once more so they could go towards the door. "We're going on a small walk" she said and then they both walked into the passageway and she shut the door behind her, it was awkward because she had Amelia in one arm and the sword in the other hand but she made it work.
Katherine prayed to every god out there that she hadn't hurt her daughter because if she did then nothing was going to stop her from ripping her sister to shreds.
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Post by Ray on Oct 5, 2017 19:53:26 GMT -7
By the time Jon reaches the walls surrounding the Keep, the sky is filled with ash and smoke. Drogon circles overhead, roaring into the morning. Jon quickly slides from his horse, landing upon his feet on the cobbles and drawing Longclaw from his swordbelt. The corpses of burnt soldiers litter the ground, broken to pieces, still smoldering. He swallows down his bile. "Ram!" He shouts over his shoulder towards the men who'd followed behind. A few Northmen surge forward, hauling a battering ram on their shoulders, grinding their teeth as they hurry. Tormund shoves the first man out of the way, taking the front handle for himself.
Jon moves out of the way, looking back up to the sky as flames lick the walls once more, squinting against the heat that bathes his face. His heart races in his chest. He's seen all of this before. Seen the burnt limbs, the scorched walls, heard the screams. His hand tightens around the hilt of his sword.
"Heave!" Tormund roars, and with their combined strength, they slam the ram against the gate barring them entry. It pulses, but does not give. "Heave!" Tormund yells again, and they hit again. The wood splinters. But still holds. One last call and they throw themselves forward, yelling through the exertion, slamming the metal ram into the wood. And with that final shove, the gate breaks. It throws wide open, and they toss the ram aside.
Jon pushes the thoughts out of his mind, focusing back upon this, now, watching as his men rush in through the gates with their weapons drawn, yelling their war cries. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and follows.
Inside, it's chaos. Thirty thousand Lannister soldiers wait for them, armed to the teeth and dripping gold armor. Jon has no time to think, no time to worry about the dragons over his head, no time to waste. The Dothraki join them soon enough, riding their horses straight into spears and throwing their own bodies upon the soldiers. It's messy. Untamed. A bloodbath. And they have not even reached the doors of the castle yet. Jon loses Tormund in the crowd, loses all sign of recognizable faces. He pushes forward as much he can, fighting tooth and nail, swinging through Lannisters.
He throws himself low when Drogon sweeps down, grabbing a mouthful of enemy soldiers and shaking them up into the air. He catches sight of Daenerys as he rises back to his feet, breathing hard, watching as her silver hair billows in the rush of air. The Dothraki shout Khaleesi after her, and for a moment, just a moment, Jon thinks they may win this.
He turns, reclaiming his grip on Longclaw, and is met with a monstrous figure. He scarcely has time to register the black eyes looking down at him from beneath a golden helm, scarcely has time to raise his sword, scarcely has time to cry out as a blade wider than his thigh plunges deep into his stomach. A surge of pain pulses through him, rushing up his spine like ice, freezing his muscles solid as the sword rips right out of his back, through and through. Blood rises to his tongue, and the man grins down at him.
Jon looks up, slowly, his lungs struggling to find air. Black dots prickle at the edges of his vision, but in that moment, looking this man in the face, this monster, he sees something else. A tower. A woman. A bloody bed.
You're too late, she says, smiling as she dies. He's gone.
"I know you," Jon grunts, voice shaking. The man looks at him, smile turning into a snarled grimace. He drives the sword deep and Jon chokes, free hand grabbing at the blade. "You're the Mountain." He manages to make out, breathing hard. He sets his eyes back upon the man's face, upper lip twitching. "You were sent to kill me."
"I am killing you," the Mountain growls, driving his blade through until his hilt reaches Jon's ribs. Jon just looks up at him, shaking from head to toe with agony. But a smile twitches at just one corner of his mouth, mirthless and angry.
And he jams his sword straight up into the Mountain's gullet.
The man's eyes bulge as the blade pierces upwards through his skull, Lannister steel no match for Valerian. The Mountain gurgles upon his own blood as it comes pouring from his throat and mouth, his eyes drooping and his hold on the sword through Jon's stomach loosening. Jon yanks Longclaw free, and the Mountain stumbles back as the rest of his blood comes rushing forth, weak hands clumsily clutching at his throat, before he collapses to the ground.
Longclaw slips from Jon's fingers, clattering so loudly that he flinches. His bloodied fingers wrap around the hilt of the Mountain's broadsword, and he pulls. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pulls and pulls and pulls until it drops free. He stumbles, falling to a knee and gasping. But when he presses his palm to his stomach, presses his palm to the hole left behind...he finds nothing.
He lowers his eyes, fingers trembling as he pulls his hand away, but there's no new blood, no guts hanging free, no horror. His leathers are split, but his skin is untouched.
A raven croaks, and Jon looks up, his mouth dry and his heart hammering like thunder in his ears. Sitting upon the Mountain's chest is a black raven bigger than any he's ever seen, a red ribbon tied around its ankle. It pecks at the Mountain's face, pulling an eye from a socket and swallowing it down in one gulp. It looks to him for a moment, glossy eyes staring at his. And then, with another croak, it takes flight. Jon stares for a long time, feeling the ice and fire surge through his veins in nauseating tandem.
"Jon." A voice suddenly pulls through, and he looks up, wild, seeing Tormund's face hovering over him, "Jon what the fuck happened to ye'," The man grunts, grabbing Jon by the arm and hauling him back to his feet.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 5, 2017 20:21:41 GMT -7
The two of them move through the passageways, amazingly Amelia was still fast asleep but she must've recognized her mother because she was snuggled just a little bit closer to her arm. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her as far as Katherine could see but she couldn't be sure. "Stop" she said after a moment and then moved the sword away slightly from Cersei's back and moved the blanket closer around Amelia before looking up and down the passageway, nothing, no one else knew these existed so Amelia would be safe here.
Katherine found a little crook for her daughter to stay in before she then made sure she was warm again before they walked the small bit away and then they were in the throne room. She hadn't been here in years, making sure the door was shut behind her Katherine pushed Cersei along and then she sighed under her breath. She couldn't remember the last time she had been here but it was over 6 years ago now.
Cersei moved towards the throne and then Katherine shook her head and pointed to the steps for her to sit down on. She rolled her eyes and took a seat. "Does it look different?" she asked and watched her sister. "I think it does, the last time you were here it was when Ned was alive, oh that Eddard Stark, so... honourable" she smirked and leaned back on her hands. "His head looked lovely up on the pike, right where I plan to put yours"
"Anyone ever tell you you don't piss off someone who has a sword in their hand?" Katherine asked and raised an eyebrow.
Cersei laughed under her breath and shook her head. "You don't have the balls to kill me"
Katherine watched her and wondered why in seven hells she had thought about saving her in the beginning. This girl didn't deserve to be saved, she deserved throwing into the Dothraki horde and then maybe they could rip her to shreds for everything she done. "I've done a lot you wouldn't think I had the balls to do so don't test me Cersei" she said through her teeth. In honesty she was wondering exactly why she was even talking to her in the first place, maybe if she just got the killing over and done with then maybe this war would be over quicker.
Cersei watched her and for a moment she studied her sister and found that there was't that high and mighty look she used to have, no there was something different about her now as if every thing weighed her shoulders down more and more every day. The black clothes that she was wearing seemed apt because in the end one of them was going to be dead but that didn't mean they would grief for the other. "Sorry about Robb.. I mean going into the Twins like that and then.." she whistled and dragged a thumb across her own throat. "That really was bad for the North but... if you want to surrender then I will make sure that your deaths are quick"
Katherine laughed at her. "Do you honestly think we're going to surrender to you? You of all people? No, I would rather die than surrender to a bitch like you"
"Ouch" Cersei said and then stands up, she walks closer to Katherine and smirks. "Go on then Katerina.. kill me if you want and then all of this can be yours" she said and nudged her head towards the throne. Katherine wasn't taking the bait but she was looking straight at her face and not to where her hands were and before long she knocked the sword out of Katherine's hand and heard it clatter on the floor before she swung for her and watched as Katherine just about moved back before Cersei swung out with the dagger that she had in her hand.
A smirk pulled at Katherine's lips, this was more like it. Cersei swung out once more and this time Katherine managed to knock the dagger out of her hand and then landed a fist on her sister's pretty face.
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Post by Ray on Oct 5, 2017 23:07:00 GMT -7
Jon stumbles back to his feet, his body still aching with a phantom pain, his chest alight with sharp, bitter flames. He grabs his sword, using it and Tormund's helping arm for balance, and tries to learn how to breathe again. "Shit," Tormund hisses lightly, his eyes falling the great monster of a man lying lifeless in the dirt, blood pooling black. "That's a big fucker."
Jon huffs out a breath that's close to a laugh, finding his footing once more. "Aye...he was." He says, rubbing sorely at his unharmed abdomen, confusion still ringing in his head like a bell.
"C'mon. The war ain't over yet." Tormund reminds him, slapping him hard on the back before rushing to join the others. Other sounds begin to fill in around him -- the clash of swords, the distant war cry of the Dothraki, the agonized dying screams of men. Loud and echoing. Jon remains for a moment where he stands, staring down, the wind and smoke whipping hair into his face. He lifts his eyes to the sky, searching the grey clouds of ash for the raven. But all he sees is fire. He sniffs loudly, pulling himself together, and hauls his sword upwards once more. Forcing himself away, he limps on a leg that still trembles with pain, setting his eyes on the Lannister soldiers pressing back to the castle walls. Feeling returns, purpose returns, flooding out all the rest of the voices crowding in his skull.
Lyanna's, Robb's, the Mountain's. Running on a loop, circling back to back.
I am killing you -- Just in time -- You're too late -- Be careful, Jon Snow -- Fire cannot kill a dragon...
And then, all at once, they go quiet.
Rhaegal screeches somewhere overhead, a loud ominous sound. And then a cry. Sharp and pained. Drogon, his mind tells him, his stomach instantly filling with dread. He turns before he ever reaches the Lannister army, looking back upwards to sky, and watches as the dragon hurtles down through open air, wings catching nothing, cry echoing. Jon's heart lurches in his throat. He forgets about the soldiers at his back, forgets about seizing the castle, forgets about the dead Mountain. His grip turns iron on his sword, and he runs.
Drogon crashes into the hill surrounding the Red Keep, rolling down to a stop upon a short grassy plateau. Jon slides his way down, his boots catching no traction in the dirt. He hits the knoll and throws Longclaw aside, rushing towards the large dragon still crooning out a pained song. As he gets closer, he sees why. A long spear sticks out of the joint of his wing, iron and massive. Blood drips to the grass. Jon rushes forward, forgetting all his inhibition with the dragons, forgetting all his previous fear, and grabs the spear. Drogon cries, but Jon yanks as hard as he can, trying to tug it loose. Pressing the sole of his boot to the dragon's neck for leverage, he uses all his strength, all his will to pull. It finally looses, falling heavily to the ground. Drogon shakes out its neck angrily, huffing out wisps of smoke from its nostrils, eyes narrowed to sharp slits.
"Where's Daenerys?" He shouts at the beast, his heart racing in his chest. "Where's your mother?" The dragon tilts its head, recognizing the name, the words, and then it moves, almost frantically, tail whipping round and nearly catching Jon's chest had he not ducked in time.
And then Jon sees her.
Lying in the grass.
Unmoving.
Jon is moving before he even realizes it, stumbling towards her, falling to his knees. "Dany, Dany," He breathes out in a rush, his palms finding her face, her shoulders. Blood pools at the corner of her mouth, her chest sags at one side, ribs clearly broken, but she breathes, her eyes fluttering open at the sudden sound of her name. "Don't move," He tells her, when her eyes find him, his own gaze looking over her, trying to figure out what to do, how to help.
"Dany..." she says, voice hoarse. Jon looks quickly to her face. A quiet laugh escapes her. "I haven't heard that name in a long time."
"I need to get you to a maester." Jon tells her, laying his hands carefully at her shoulder and her side, but he knows picking her up will hurt her. Break her more. Even his light touch causes her to wince, eyes screwing tightly shut.
"No, I don't think so," she exhales out in pain, a tear leaking from her eye down her cheek.
"I can't leave you here."
"You'll have to," she replies, opening her eyes once more. She swallows visibly. "I...I can't feel my legs." Jon looks towards them, only now seeing how one twists at an odd ankle, broken by the fall. Grief clutches at his throat.
"We can fix this." He tries, looking back to her face, smoothing the silver hair from her cheeks with a bloodied palm. Her face is pale. Paler than fresh snow. And her lips have gone blue. The more seconds pass, the lower his heart sinks.
"You're a bad liar, Jon Snow," she replies, looking up at him with a shaky smile. She lifts a hand with difficulty, placing it upon his cheek. Her fingers are cold. "It is a fitting end," she exhales quietly. "Dying at the place it began." Jon places his palm over her hand, holding it there against his cheek. She smiles softly and sadly at him. "You're so warm."
"You can't die here. Not when you're so close."
"We." She corrects him, not for the first time. "We're so close. And you'll win this war. You'll take this castle. You'll be King."
Jon shakes his head slightly, "I can't."
"You're the last dragon," Daenerys replies, her voice momentarily stronger, tears welling in her eyes. "You must." And then, softer, "Please."
Jon says nothing, his teeth clenching tightly together. Her breathing grows weaker, her eyelids drooping more and more, her hand relaxing slowly beneath his. Bile rises at the back of his throat, anger and grief swell in his chest.
"I'm sorry." She whispers. "To be alone in the world...is a terrible...a terrible thing." Her words tremble as they fall from her tongue, barely whispers.
"I'm sorry too." Jon replies in a murmur. He leans down, and softly kisses her forehead, feeling the ice beneath his lips. When he draws back, her eyes have stilled and set on nothing. He lowers her hand gently to the grass, and with a shaky exhale, closes her eyelids.
Drogon gives a low, sad sound behind him, snuffling closer. Jon pulls in a deep breath, trying to blink away the wetness at his eyes, but fails. He lets his head fall back as he sinks further into the grass, feeling the wind upon his face. After a long moment, he looks to the dragon and reaches out with a palm. He strokes along the beast's snout, and it turns its face into his touch. The distant shouts at the castle reach him once more, and he turns his gaze upwards.
Sadness melts away in his chest as he sees the men rushing along the walls, carrying bows and swords and taking shots at the men, his men within the courtyard. How many have died because of his war? How many of Jon's friends, brothers, sisters, family? How much more does he have to suffer until its over? How much longer until he can finally take his place at that table? Sadness melts away, and anger takes its place.
He rises to his feet. Grabbing Longclaw, he sheaths the sword back at his belt, and lets his feet carry him towards Drogon. The dragon makes no move to hurl him off when he steps onto the beast's wing, hauling himself onto the back of the great dragon. Its uncomfortable, rough, but his hands grip tight to the scales at Drogon's neck and his heels dig in. What was the word Daenerys had used?
"Sōves," Jon says, slightly unsure. But Drogon stretches out his wings and lifts himself into the air. Jon grips tighter, pressing himself flat to the back of the dragon, and rides him through the air back to the battle.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 5, 2017 23:27:24 GMT -7
Cersei stumbled back a little bit and she had her hand to her nose, she looked up at Katherine while the blood ran down her face and it got to her lip and she licked it away. “Your Northern husband teach you that?” “No that one would be father” she said, watching her sister for a moment. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and before long Cersei wiped the rest of the blood away from her face before she was coming at Katherine and the two of them were fighting. She had to admit that this definitely wasn’t how she saw it would be going down but if it was the only way that Cersei would understand just how much shit she really was in then Katherine would do everything she could do to make sure the girl understood that there was no way of fixing this and walking away from it alive. There two girls were then on the ground and slaps were being thrown, Katherine was so glad that no one else was here to see this because she was sure this would be embarrassing, the two Queens were slapping each other. But then Cersei’s hand reached out for the dagger and Katherine found herself blocking that, it seemed as if Cersei wanted to make sure she was the one with the dagger in her chest and Katherine knew if that happened then the other girl wouldn’t last long. In the end she would be joining Katherine and she hoped that it would hurt her. The two rolled over and then Katherine was the one on the ground, her back hitting the floor underneath her and her hands wrapped around Cersei’s wrist to push the blade away even if it was getting closer and closer to her chest, Katherine refused to be the one to die first. That was reserved for Cersei. Why wasn’t she dying? Cersei was doing everything she could to get that blade into her but it seemed no matter how hard she pushed towards her; Katherine always found a way to push back. She was smart she would admit that; Cersei didn’t think they had brains up in the North but clearly Katherine hadn’t lost hers in the six years that she had been away from King’s Landing. Now all she had to do was kill her. That was proving to be very difficult because the one thing Katherine knew how to do was survive. Katherine then decided that enough was enough and she grabbed hold of Cersei’s wrist and yanked it back hard so that she dropped the dagger and then head butted her, the two girls then grunted at the pain but it got Cersei off of Katherine and allowed her to stand up. “This is over Cersei, you’re losing everything” she said and indicated to everything around them, it wasn’t going to stay in the Petrova family much longer and she was glad of that, get rid of the damn ugly throne. Cersei wasn’t having any of that because the next thing she did when she managed to stop the pain was then tackle Katherine to the ground. “You always were a backstabbing bitch” she said through her teeth and then looked down into the brown eyes of Katherine, the brown eyes of their mother. Cersei had got Robert’s colour and that was why he never hit Cersei and took everything out on Katherine because of the fact she apparently looked like their mother. Cersei wouldn’t know she never met her but apparently she looked like Robert and maybe that’s why she sort of had the better relationship. At that she smirked and then started hitting Katherine in the way she saw Robert hitting her, slapping her hard but she didn’t see Katherine’s hand reaching out, didn’t see Katherine’s fingers gripping the hilt of the dagger but she definitely felt it go up into her chest. “Kater-“ she gasped and then looked down at the dagger sticking out of her and then fell back. Katherine wiped away the blood from her lip and she got up before she moved over to where Cersei had fallen back. There were tears in her eyes, mostly because she had used one of Katherine’s dark days against her, found a way in which to hurt her more than their father ever did. She crouched down over Cersei and then in the show of anger she pushed the dagger in more and Cersei then died. Katherine moved her hand up once more and then wiped more of the blood away, she was probably looking a right state right now and If Jon saw her then he would no doubt be mad, but with a little bit of TLC then she would be back to lack of cuts in no time. She watched Cersei and then felt this terrible pain in her heart, Katherine had killed her sister even if she was sure that Cersei would’ve killed her first; would’ve beaten her to death. While Katherine was preoccupied with Cersei and feeling like crap, she never knew that she wasn’t alone. So with her back to the doors, she never even heard one of them open, she stood up and the next thing she knew was this most blinding pain that she has ever felt and it was worse than childbirth. She looked down to see something was sticking out of her too; Katherine guessed that this was karma for what she had done to Cersei. She had the same done to her; then suddenly she couldn’t feel any pain as if it had just gone away. The sword was then pulled out of her and she fell onto the floor. There was only one thing on her mind at that time. Jon. He needed to make sure that Amelia was safe. He needed to be the one to survive and to go back to Winterfell. Katherine was so out of it that she didn’t know the man who had stabbed her had his throat ripped out by a female, it was the same female that then pushed her wrist to Katherine’s mouth and made her drink the blood. Jon needed to get Amelia. Jon needed to.. Jon needed.. Jon. -.- “Come on Katherine!” the voice called to her and she ran after it, her dark hair floating behind her as she ran. It was Robb, she knew that voice anywhere, she remembered this time in Winterfell but only thing was that this time she wasn’t young, she was the same age as she had been when she died. She was dead. That was going to take some time to get used too. This was Winterfell, she knew these hallways anywhere. It was one of the only places she had truly been happy. The only place she felt more at home in than the home she had had. King’s Landing had been where she was born but also where she had died. Her father brought them to Winterfell because he wanted a break from King’s Landing and up in the North he could do whatever he wanted, well he done that even in the South. Katherine stopped when she saw him, he was so beautiful. Standing there smiling at her. She moved towards him but then she found herself being pulled backwards, she put a hand out towards him but Robb was disappearing more and more and then he was gone. She was awake. Back in King’s Landing. -.- Katherine looked up at the ceiling and everything was so much clearer than it had been before. She could make out all the smaller details and she was more aware of things going on around her; like she was aware of the fact she wasn’t on her own. The woman then spoke to her and told her to drink up and then gave her the wrist of the man who killed her, she didn’t know him. He was just a guard, or at least she thought he was a guard, but Katherine was hungry and she felt the pain in her gums; it felt like her teeth were going to fall out that was how bad it felt. Katherine then took the wrist of the man, the woman encouraging it and before long the warm taste of blood filled her mouth. All of this was so wrong but the more she drank, the less hungry she felt. Until it was all gone. The woman explained what had happened, that she was dying and she had saved Katherine. The woman, Emilia she had told her, said that she was a vampire and that she really should wipe the blood away from her face. Katherine managed to get most of it off her face. Then said that she would be back and before long Katherine was on her own. Emilia taking the body of the man, but she moved over to where Cersei was and looked down at her. It felt light everything was heightened, the anger and loss that she felt was so much stronger and Katherine wondered if she was going to be able to deal with any of this. One thing was for sure.. Jon could never find out that she had died. It wasn’t fair because she knew about him dying but the last thing Katherine wanted was for him to suffer because of this and he would suffer with knowing that she had died. No for now she was going to be keeping this secret to herself. Katherine stood up and then looked up in the direction of the throne and scoffed. All for that fucking chair. She felt anger pull at her again and she wanted to scream. To just let the emotions out but she couldn’t, they were a little bit stronger than they had felt last time. This battle had been the biggest mistake she had ever done. She would be paying for it for the rest of time. That throne wasn’t worth any of the death had was going to occur. Katherine looked down and saw Cersei once more and honestly she hated the sight of her and had to turn away.
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Post by Ray on Oct 6, 2017 14:26:10 GMT -7
They beat the Lannisters back, breaking through their guard and pushing towards the doors of the castle. Tormund's axes are bloodied, his chest heaving with exertion as he marches straight forward, ready to show these Southern bastards how a real wildling fights. He's almost there, a wild grin pulling at his mouth, when the doors suddenly throw wide open and something big and black leaps out. His heart lurches to his throat, panic and adrenaline pumping through his veins, and his back hitting the hard ground as the massive beast knocks into his chest.
He yells out, ready to swing his axe, when his eyes finally focus upon the wolf looking down at him, eyes a bloody red. The yell dies upon his tongue, arm falling back to the dirt, and a huff leaving his chest.
Fenris licks his bloodied chops.
"You cunt." Tormund grunts. The wolf's lips twist in almost a smile as he steps off of Tormund's chest, finally allowing him to pull in a breath and roll back to his feet. He grumbles sorely under his breath, watching as the wolf turns tail and runs right back into the castle like a silent shadow. "Come on you sorry bastards!" He yells to the other Northmen still standing, before chasing after the beast.
The castle is empty, bloodied bodies of Kingsguard in pretty golden armor lying slumped upon the floor -- throats torn, stomachs slashed, heads twisted. Some of the soldiers behind Tormund's shoulders falter at the sight, stepping over the streaks of blood marking the polished marble floors, but he just keeps going, following the great wolf down the halls.
It leads them to the throne room, a great big hall with a great big, ugly chair at the end built out of a thousand melted swords. Tormund's lips twist in a grimace, unimpressed. The remaining soldiers scatter, running this way and that, clearing the rest of the castle and seeing what else they can find. But Tormund steps into the hall, glancing up the tall walls, at the windows, at the great hole just behind the throne still smoldering from a fiery blast from the ships. He spots Katherine standing before the throne, and moves a little quicker to catch up with the wolf, sliding his axes into his belt. He slows though, when his eyes catch upon the woman lying dead upon the floor.
Fenris saunters forward, circling wide around Katherine, head lowered and watching. Its nose twitches, and a low growl emanates from its throat.
Tormund ignores him, looking back to Katherine. "So this is it?" He asks, "What we came all this way for? An ugly chair?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 6, 2017 14:54:28 GMT -7
Katherine looks up when she finds that she's not alone and sees both Tormund and Edric or rather Fenris coming into the throne room and she looks back at the throne and the hole behind it. For all she cares right now the whole thing could burn; in fact the whole of King's Landing could burn. She hated this place and would rather it burnt than anyone else sat on the throne but that wasn't up to her at all.
She glanced over at Fenris when he started to circle around her and then started growling at her, she rolled her eyes before looking over at Tormund when he started speaking.
Katherine nodded. "The very ugly chair that I would happily burn if I could but that's not up to me" she admitted and sighed under her breath. She had sat on the throne once in her life and that was when she was younger but she would happily never see the thing again and now after this battle was done they could be heading back home and whoever wanted to burn Cersei's body was very welcome too because she never wanted anything to do with that either. She had come here hoping to talk some sense into Cersei but that never worked and now she was dead.
She dropped her eyes over to Cersei's body and pulled her lip in between her teeth, it was then that she remembered she had a cut lip and now she hoped that all of it would heal soon enough because she knew that cut lips liked to split open whenever she would smile. Katherine then looked over at Tormund "Where's Jon?" she said panic raising in her.
Where was he?
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Post by Ray on Oct 6, 2017 15:11:43 GMT -7
Tormund raises his brows when Katherine asks for Jon, his eyes momentarily darting towards Fenris and then around the room. But they're the only three here. "We got separated," Tormund admits, looking back to Katherine and shaking his head slightly, "I thought he'd be here."
His words are punctuated by a sudden gust of air and an echoing screech. He lifts his arm to guard his face against the blast of wind, smoke flooding his eyes. But when he looks again, blinking rapidly, the great big black dragon sits perched in the gaping hole at the far wall, steam rising from its nostrils, teeth bared. It huffs, bowing its head within the hall, and tilting its wing just so for a dark figure to slip from its back.
Tormund expects to see the silver-haired Queen, almost a little happy to see her again. She's no Brienne, but he does not mind looking at her. But its no woman who lands upon steady feet just behind the ugly chair, no woman no steps away, no woman turns to look at them with their hand still perched upon the side of the dragon's face.
But he's pretty enough to be one.
Jon steps forward a little, palm falling away from Drogon. He has a streak of soot across one cheek, his hair loose and out of its tied bun, blood splattered across his neck and chest. His dark eyes finding the bloodied woman lying upon the floor. He recognizes Cersei, even after all these years. His eyes lift to the three within the room, brows pressing close. "What happened?"
"What happened?" Tormund repeats, bewildered. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Jon glances back towards the dragon slowly, his lips slowly pressing flat. Drogon shakes out his neck, before making a low guttural chirp. "I uh..." he begins, turning his head slightly towards them, but his eyes falling to the ground. "I got a message to the ships. They should be joining us soon."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 6, 2017 15:26:27 GMT -7
Katherine felt even more panic raising in her but then she doesn't have time to actually say anything because there is a screech and she puts her own arm up to guard her face but then when she manages to look she sees the dragon and she swallows hard. She expected Dany but when the person steps away from the dragon does she realise just who it is.
It's Jon.
He steps forward and then asks what happened and Katherine drops her eyes down to look at Cersei. She was going to have to explain but right now it was probably best not to say anything, she would tell him everything or at least what happened with Cersei later when they had some time to be alone but right now wasn't the best time. Tormund speaks and she moves her dark eyes back to look at Jon and watches as he looked down at the ground when he started to speak and for some reason she could tell something had happened.
Katherine frowned and then she moves over to where he is standing and puts her arms around him in a hug. If there was one person in this room that deserved a hug it was Jon, she wasn't sure why but she just felt like he needed it. She put her chin against his shoulder and then closed her eyes. It had felt too long since she had last held onto him but she was thankful that she could do it this time around and that nothing had happened to him, she didn't care that he was covered in blood because she was too and some of it was her own and half of it was Cersei's but she was going to make out that it was Cersei's blood because Jon didn't need to know that she had died.
It wouldn't be fair to him to put that onto his platter right now, she would tell him one day maybe but that wasn't going to be today.
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Post by Ray on Oct 6, 2017 15:45:58 GMT -7
Katherine says nothing as she crosses the room to where he stands. Her arms wrap around him, pulling him in to a tight, unexpected hug. Jon hesitates for a moment, not out of fear of Edric or Tormund realizing what lies between the two of them, he knows they already know. Instead, because he's not sure if he'll be able to keep his feet if he lets himself sink against her. But he can't help it. Her arms are comforting, her embrace warm, and he finds himself falling into the hug whether his strength wants him to or not. His arms wrap tight around her back, his face burying into her shoulder and her hair, feeling the warm wetness of tears threatening at the backs of his eyes.
But they don't fall. And he keeps silent. Holding on to her for as long as he can.
Footsteps echo into the hall, and Jon pulls away from Katherine, his breathing a little shaky. He glances towards the doors, watching as Tyrion walks in with half a dozen Unsullied soldiers and Missandei at his side. His eyes scan the room, falling upon the dragon first, and then dead Cersei.
"Well..." Tyrion says slowly, coming to a halt and letting his hands ball into fists at his sides. "That solves that. Where's Daenerys?" He asks, lifting his eyes back to Jon.
Jon swallows, stepping a little away from Katherine, his hand drifting from her back. "She's dead." He says, steeling his shoulders and his face. Missandei's lips fall open in horror, tears already beginning to well in her eyes.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Oct 6, 2017 16:07:23 GMT -7
Katherine feels his arms wrap around her tightly and his face bury into her shoulder. She wasn't sure what had happened but she was going to be here for him. She didn't care if anyone else was going to discover what they had because right now they were in a battle and it didn't matter what was going on between the two of them. She hears the footsteps before they even enter the hall and she opens her eyes, she was going to have to get used to everything that was now heightened for her. Just as long as she could deal with everything that happens from now on.
He pulls away from her and she looks up at him and watches. Her heart went out to him and yet she didn't know why, but she wanted to reach back for him so that they were together again and not in a sexual way. Katherine wanted to hug him until he felt better even if something told her that that wouldn't happen just yet.
Katherine moves her eyes over to the newcomers and licks her lip and then Tyrion speaks and asks where Daenerys was and now she was starting to wonder herself, she thought that the Targaryen girl would've been here by now. Then Jon steps away from her once more and she feels his hand drifting from her back and then the words come out and now she knew why she was giving him a hug. She looked down to the ground and swallowed hard. She couldn't believe it, if Katherine was being honest she thought that Daenerys would be the one alive and her dead but it seems like the other way around.
Then something popped into her head, with Cersei dead and now Daenerys there was no Queen; well apart from her but she didn't want the Iron Throne. She then looked up and over at the Iron Throne. "Burn it" she said and then slowly looked over at Jon. "that chair has cost enough lives and no one should ever sit on it again" she watched him. It would probably make things a little bit easier if there wasn't any Iron Throne. But then again that was just her thoughts, everyone else would probably think that it was insane and call her insane too but unless someone walked up the steps and claimed the throne... The South didn't have a Queen and she didn't want to be the one to claim it.
Katherine hated this place too much to even set foot in it again.
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