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[Archon]

Storm's End


Rory baratheon
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Rory let out a vicious hiss as the warhammer found only air, instinctively he re-entered a defensive stance, his shield ready to block any counter attack, the hammer once again, held low. Yet under the Dragon Helm, Rory smirked. All he needed was a single strike, and it was over for the Lone Wolf, be it shield or plate; even parrying such an unwieldy weapon would be a strain, and Rory intended to fully utilize his aggression. There was only so much Aiden could evade before he made a mistake, whereas with only a sword, Aiden would be hard pressed to mount an offense; a longsword was only so good against plate when giving a decisive opening.


Rory did exactly as he knew Aiden wanted, he attacked, this time he brought the hammer in a wide left-to-right sweep in Aiden's direction with one lunge, the shield at chest height and angled to the left to allow the sweep to gain maximum momentum. A wolf needed a pack, this Lone Wolf, was without one. It was against both a Stag and a Dragon, fierce, furious, and powerful.


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[TheFordee20]

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"William Thatcher."


The man said as he reined his horse. Aerea held on to him tightly with her arms. She saw that her stump was bleeding profusely, and her bandage has gone almost entirely red. Red like my hair. "I am-" She stopped herself. "I need to get home."


As the horse began to gallop, Aerea tightened her grip on William Thatcher's armour. It hadn't really set in yet that she was saved. Am I though?


He could be leading me right back to Harrenhal. NO. If he were, we'd be riding north. We're not. I hope we're not.


Aerea dug her head into William's back and closed her eyes.


"King's Landing." She said softly.


Vladan sent me to Highgarden. I must go there. But, what if they hurt me like Lady Maeve. I have to go home to King's Landing. But what if Kuvira has me killed.


Aerea didn't want to go anywhere at that moment. She didn't want to go to King's Landing, nor Highgarden. She just wanted to be safe and sound. She wanted to find a place where no foe would come to harm her. If such place existed...


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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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Aiden knew how precarious of a situation he was in, for most times he was in Rory's position. The Stark was struggling to come up with strategies to get around his hammer safely, and usually they all came back to the same response. 'Wear him down.' It wasn't a time effective tactic, but it was all the Stark had. He would be tired by the time the hammer weighed too much for Lord Baratheon to continue swinging it with wanton strength, and that was when Aiden would get his strike in. Much like the Baratheon Lord, The Lone Wolf needed only one good hit the end the fight. 'A strike along the rear of his legs will cripple him. Men do not recover easily from those injuries, regardless of this trail.'


Rory swung at him again, this time getting closer to Aiden, dangerously close. He swept to the side, keeping his shield raised. It was as good a weapon as his sword and he wouldn't be one to abandon it so quickly. He eyed the Stag Lord carefully. He took another step back, his white cloak, the bottom of which now brown with mud, clinging to the ground and causing him to nearly trip a second time. With careful steps, Aiden moved to the side, banging on the shield again. The ugly wolf helm gave a sinister smile at the winged man, teeth open and ready to sink into the stag flesh. Aiden held his sword high, 'If I could half sword, I'd be able to deal more damage. I could even end him rightly, if I had time to unscrew the pommel. But for now the blade will do. . ' He hoped so, at least.


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[Archon]

Storm's End


Rory Baratheon
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Rory did not end the offense there, twice now, the wolf had nearly tripped over his own cloak, and twice he had evaded. An intelligent decision, but one that also painted fear, no doubt the Lone Wolf was envisioning all kinds of plans for victory, as all men do whilst in combat. It was a shame he would be unable to carry them out, this time Rory followed Aiden with a second swing, but right-to-left to utilize the momentum of the last attack. This time the goal was not to hit, but to provoke the Stark into retreating back a third time; the moment Aiden did as much, Rory intended to capitalise on any imbalance with a charge forward, close enough to shield bash his combatant, and if all went to plan, knock him into the dirt. 'If my charge fails, he will be at my side. A solid punch will keep him at bay well enough, surely he wouldn't expect it.'


Rory was stronger. Greatly so, if this battle came to fisticuffs, he could win whilst sparing the Lone Wolf's life. Such an outcome would be beneficial to him, to Braedon, and to Aidan. That was his goal now - he would kill Aedan only if there was no other way.


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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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When Rory pressed his assault, Aiden grimaced. He was hoping for a moment to collect his thoughts, to adjust to the land around him, before moving again so suddenly. He knew the cape was only going to be a hindrance if he didn't get a chance to cut it, and by the looks of things, so did Rory. The Stark gritted his teeth and moved to the side, evading the hammer's course, but as he predicted, the cape was caught under his feet, causing him to slip forward for but a moment.


It was over in an instant. The brick wall that was Rory was charging him, shield out and ready to ram into his body. Aiden Stark let out a savage roar, using what momentum was left from his slip, redirecting himself towards Rory with his shield out, ready to meet the Stag in combat. His sword was not idle either, hanging low, ready to jut forward and stab the man's legs once the shields collided. Aiden knew in a battle of brute strength that Rory had him beat, but he just needed his own good blow to win this match.


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[Archon]

Storm's End


Rory Baratheon
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Just as Rory had hoped, Aidan faltered due to the Queensguard cape. With all thought of tactical strategy gone, Rory took his opportunity and charged the Lone Wolf, in his mind, it was over, Rory didn't believe Aidan could hold the charge after stumbling but a moment ago, to his credit he prepared to resist nonetheless. Yet there was always the off chance Aidan, by some miracle, would resist. Rory prepared for that.


A warhammer was a slow weapon, if Aidan managed to hold the charge, he would have all the advantage, Rory would lose both his reach, and the ability to strike when so close. A warhammer could not stab, nor gather enough momentum to be useful; If it came down to it, regardless of whatever strike the Lone Wolf got off before then, Rory would forsake his warhammer, and force the Queensguard to the ground. His sword would not help him there. Even should the charge fail, Rory expected this to go to the ground, with or without injury.


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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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They collided. Their shields met and made a noise that bled through Aiden's ears. He struggled to hold his shield for long, the Baratheon opponent was stronger, but the tenacity that Aiden had pushed him forward. With a desperate, last attempt at victory Aiden angled the sword low and stabbed at Rory's legs. He was hoping to tag the man at the knee, a vulnerable point with most suits of armor, and one he hoped he could exploit. Just after the strike was sent, Aiden could resist no longer. He fell backwards, the shield dropping from his hands. As Aiden fell backwards, it looked like he might even recover, if not for the black and white cape that proved to be his fatal pitfall. His sword dropped with him, and Aiden began to swing it in the air as he fell.


He landed in the mud, sinking an inch in it. The helmet that was suppose to protect the knight suddenly caused it great pain as he banged around in it. Disoriented now, Aiden looked through the mouth-visor, expecting to see his death looming over him. 'Maybe you were right Father.' A Stark in the South would never last long, especially in the service of mad dragons. But he was a Stark and a knight to the Iron Throne. He would face his death with dignity.


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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"William Thatcher."


The man said as he reined his horse. Aerea held on to him tightly with her arms. She saw that her stump was bleeding profusely, and her bandage has gone almost entirely red. Red like my hair. "I am-" She stopped herself. "I need to get home."


As the horse began to gallop, Aerea tightened her grip on William Thatcher's armour. It hadn't really set in yet that she was saved. Am I though?


He could be leading me right back to Harrenhal. NO. If he were, we'd be riding north. We're not. I hope we're not.


Aerea dug her head into William's back and closed her eyes.


"King's Landing." She said softly.


Vladan sent me to Highgarden. I must go there. But, what if they hurt me like Lady Maeve. I have to go home to King's Landing. But what if Kuvira has me killed.


Aerea didn't want to go anywhere at that moment. She didn't want to go to King's Landing, nor Highgarden. She just wanted to be safe and sound. She wanted to find a place where no foe would come to harm her. If such place existed...


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad
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William looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye.


Kings Landing? Home?


William chuckled a little to himself "You're from Kings Landing? I was born in Flea Bottom, what about you?"


The girls grip was surprisingly tight for how weak she looked, and it was clear that her stump needed to be patched up soon or else she'd faint.


Once we're far enough away I'll stop and patch her up.


William found himself scanning the surrounding area in search of any sign of life. Kings Landing wasn't far from here, maybe a days ride at most, and he needed to pass through there before heading south anyways. Whoever this girl was she seemed like she'd been through a lot but there was one thing William knew for sure, it wasn't just her blood covering her hands.


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[Archon]

Storm's End

Rory Baratheon
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Rory let out a surprised growl, as Aidan met the charge with a ferocity the Raging Stag was not accustomed to facing in return, the struggle lingered for several moments, Rory's pants of exhaution grew heavier, until Rory felt a minor pain in his knee, Aidan had attempted to buckle him; yet the mail had caught the stab, though not entirely, whilst not deep enough to be crippling, Rory knew after the adrenaline was gone, walking would be difficult for days, if not weeks.


Though he was lucky, had it gone any deeper, it may have pierced the bone; a crippling injury which would have rendered Rory powerless to anyone. Yet it had not, and now Aidan Stark lay on his back, sword flailing, having finally been overpowered. The Stark boy was likely expecting a warhammer to crash down on his chest, or face. Rory was smarter than that, with a vicious grunt, Rory slammed his foot on Aidan's sword arm just as the forearm extended for another swing, reaching down he yanked the Lone Wolf's helmet from atop his head, and threw his fist into Aidan's cheek, the strike wasn't significantly powerful, the Baratheon was fully aware he was wearing steel gauntlets. The last thing he wanted was to fracture Aidan's face, or worse case scenario; kill him. Merely to knock him unconscious - in one piece he was valuable, better yet, his life gave Rory a new door, one he may yet take. Any faith in Braedon had swiftly gone, Aidan's words planted the doubt. Would Rory be accepted into Kuvira's court, would she grant him the Stormlands?


“Though, you may be right. Perhaps the title of Lord Paramount is no longer fit for House Baratheon after all.” Those words resonated in his mind like a haunting echo. Rory looked to Braedon with a cold, violent stare; one thankfully hidden by the dragon helm.


Yet with Aidan out, the trial was over.; in the eyes of the Gods as the Faith would have it, Braedon was innocent. Rory did this, not the Gods. 'I'll make sure he knows it, too.'


With several large breaths, Rory stood, the pain in his knee becoming slightly more evident. Removing his helm, He gave a smug smile to Braedon, before turning away, "Confine the Queen's guard in Storm's End. Give him a guest room, and have him under constant watch." Rory commanded, and several of his own men began to carry those orders out - Rory could not care for what Braedon wanted to do, Rory won his trial, for all intents and purposes, the Lone Wolf was his prisoner.


"Go back to whoever sent you, tell them of what happened here." Rory spoke authoritatively now facing the Goldcloaks aboard Aidan's ship - each one aghast with shock at the spectacle they had witnessed, and more shockingly to them, its outcome. Rory's face was face that of a victor. Not over Aidan, but over Braedon.


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[TheFordee20]

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"Yes." She said, carefully. "I was born and raised in Flee Bottom." I can't tell him who I am. Friend or foe. I must be careful. "My name is... it's Kora, by the way."


She gripped to William's armour tighter. She was afraid that if she let go and fell off, she would be left behind by him and his host of soldiers. "Are you a hedge knight?" Aerea asked him as her eyes opened. His men were staring at her funnily. I must look like death itself. I feel like it.


Aerea looked at her stump. Blood had leaked onto William's armour from it. If she was her usual self, she'd be worrying about it. But her stump was the least of her worries as of right now.


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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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Aiden Stark was confident the hammer stroke would fall, giving him moments of pain and then delivering him into the afterlife, to meet with his ancestors. His strength was gradually returning to him, but not quickly enough for the Stark to rise to his feet and resume the fight, at least not before Rory finishes him. Just when Aiden was growing curious, the large man's foot stomped on his arm, forcing him to let go of the sword and roar in agony. Moments later his wolf helm was torn open, with the man looking down at him with a feral look in his eyes. The last thing he saw was a metal covered hand coming down on him. Then the world was black.


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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"Yes." She said, carefully. "I was born and raised in Flee Bottom." I can't tell him who I am. Friend or foe. I must be careful. "My name is... it's Kora, by the way."


She gripped to William's armour tighter. She was afraid that if she let go and fell off, she would be left behind by him and his host of soldiers. "Are you a hedge knight?" Aerea asked him as her eyes opened. His men were staring at her funnily. I must look like death itself. I feel like it.


Aerea looked at her stump. Blood had leaked onto William's armour from it. If she was her usual self, she'd be worrying about it. But her stump was the least of her worries as of right now.


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad
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She's from Flea Bottom and she can reward us handsomely? Something isn't right here.


"I guess you could call me that, I used to be a captain to Roland Wilds, now I do small jobs to fill the time."


William started to feel something warm running over his leg, he looked down to see blood rushing from the girls hand. William figured that they'd moved far enough and signaled for his men to move to the side of the rode "We'll set up camp here for a little bit, I want five man guard rotations around the camp." William ordered as he moved off the road and toward a small group of trees.


When he reached a suitable spot William dismounted his horse and tied it to a tree before hoisting Kora off the back of the horse. William sat her up against the tree while the rest of his men began setting up camp, Kora looked around at the men lazily while William went to work on finding the necessary supplies to treat the wound.


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[TheFordee20]

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The Kingsroad


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Aerea rested her head by the tree that William had laid her down at. It was bark, yet it felt like a pillow. Aerea's eyes fluttered open and shut. I have to stay awake. At least until he fixes my hand. She looked at 'it'. Where her left hand once was. Tears filled her eyes, and she decided not to think of it any more.


Maybe Vladan can make me a new hand? Maybe...


She knew it wasn't possible, yet she still hoped it was. William's men continued to stare. One of them, who was having his hand wrapped in a grey bandage, looked at her menacingly. He was the one I bit.


The blood was gone from her mouth, but she could still taste it. It was a strange taste, and, one she had hoped to never taste again. "I'm sorry." She whispered to the man that she had bitten.


He couldn't hear her.


"I'm so sorry." She whispered, once more. This time it wasn't just directed to the man she maimed- but to everyone in her life. I am so, so, so sorry.


Ser Osmund, Ser James...


Aerea's eyes swelled with tears. I had to kill Ser James though. He would've brought me back to Harrenhal. I didn't have to harm The Storm Lord, however. He was good, and kind. And I killed him all the same. Not by my hand, but by my father's.


William seemed to have found some supplies, as she saw making his way over to her. She rid herself of her thoughts and her tears. And she waited in silence for William to come closer.


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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Aerea rested her head by the tree that William had laid her down at. It was bark, yet it felt like a pillow. Aerea's eyes fluttered open and shut. I have to stay awake. At least until he fixes my hand. She looked at 'it'. Where her left hand once was. Tears filled her eyes, and she decided not to think of it any more.


Maybe Vladan can make me a new hand? Maybe...


She knew it wasn't possible, yet she still hoped it was. William's men continued to stare. One of them, who was having his hand wrapped in a grey bandage, looked at her menacingly. He was the one I bit.


The blood was gone from her mouth, but she could still taste it. It was a strange taste, and, one she had hoped to never taste again. "I'm sorry." She whispered to the man that she had bitten.


He couldn't hear her.


"I'm so sorry." She whispered, once more. This time it wasn't just directed to the man she maimed- but to everyone in her life. I am so, so, so sorry.


Ser Osmund, Ser James...


Aerea's eyes swelled with tears. I had to kill Ser James though. He would've brought me back to Harrenhal. I didn't have to harm The Storm Lord, however. He was good, and kind. And I killed him all the same. Not by my hand, but by my father's.


William seemed to have found some supplies, as she saw making his way over to her. She rid herself of her thoughts and her tears. And she waited in silence for William to come closer.


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad



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There wasn't much William could do to the hand except to try and stop the bleeding. As he laid the supplies down on the ground he looked at Kora, her eyes were red and a little damp with tears. William poured her a small cup of a white liquid before setting it to the side and grabbing a bandage and a small knife.


"Drink this," he said handing the small cup to Kora "it's milk of the poppy, it'll help with some of the pain."


Her wound was still tender and a possibly infected. William thought as he started building a small fire.


I wonder how it happened? Maybe something bit it off. No. It was to precise for a bite, someone cut it off.


William realized that it didn't matter who or what did it, if he didn't clean it and patch it up she'd bleed out in a few hours. How did he get himself into this? Helping a lost girl that he found on the road, it made him smile a little, it seemed like everything had come full circle.


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[TheFordee20]

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He put the cup to her lips. "This is what they gave me before..." She stopped. William looked at her. "Before they cut off my hand." She didn't want to drink it. What if he cuts off my other one?


She shook her head as he held the cup. "I... I can't."


Her eyes met with William's. And she looked into them, deeply. I can trust him. His eyes said so.


She opened her mouth slightly and he tilted the cup so that she drank the milk of the poppy. William began inspecting her bloodied bandage. And the milk's effect set in.


Her vision blurred.


"Please... don't take my other hand..." She said softly as William looked at her stump.


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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He put the cup to her lips. "This is what they gave me before..." She stopped. William looked at her. "Before they cut off my hand." She didn't want to drink it. What if he cuts off my other one?


She shook her head as he held the cup. "I... I can't."


Her eyes met with William's. And she looked into them, deeply. I can trust him. His eyes said so.


She opened her mouth slightly and he tilted the cup so that she drank the milk of the poppy. William began inspecting her bloodied bandage. And the milk's effect set in.


Her vision blurred.


"Please... don't take my other hand..." She said softly as William looked at her stump.


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad
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They, who are they?


William thought as he began prepping the tools. He had lit a small fire next to Kora and had already placed a knife in the fire, the metal already glowing bright orange. He held a bandage in his hand and in one quick motion removed the bloody cloth from Kora's stump, poured a cup of alcohol on the wound, and then firmly pressed the knife against it to halt the bleeding before quickly wrapping the wound. He wrapped the stump tightly, going over the wound several times to prevent it from soaking through if the wound reopened.


After he finished William took the time to really look at the girl in front of him. Up until now she had just looked on edge, dirty, terrified, almost like an animal, but now she was relaxed and he could see all of her features so well. She was to pretty to be low born, William knew there was something about this girl that was different. After coming back to reality William grabbed some food and water along with some fresh clothes and set them all next to Kora. In a few hours she'd wake up and when she did William needed to know who she really was and what he was getting himself into.


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Cayden saw Viserys process the information and for now he doubted the Black Dragon would be running anywhere for the moment. "Indeed, I have Dallen with her," He said and while obviously Nyalla would have no idea who he was, it wasn't likely Viserys had forgotten the sharp eyed strategist who caused most of his troubles when fighting the Red Spear tactically. "If the situation looks like it's going certain way he'll act, Deanna is being forced to do these things, she herself has no will to marry this Shadow King so Dallen will act if the time comes. Queen or not I'll never let invaders settle on these shores." He said fiercly. He hoped, at least to Viserys, it sounded that Deanna was more or less helpless in this situation. He didn't want to hint the captain of the Golden Company that Deanna had a claim. Who knew who Viserys would tell. "Hopefully we can catch up later Viserys, I've been putting off something for to long already." He nodded and started to walk away, turning to Nyalla.


"I need to speak to my sister's :..." He said, a sigh escaping him as he though about what his family thought about his return. A lot had changed in five years and now he felt longing but also ampherension. Daeron had reacted kindly to him but he had always been the calmest and one of the most mild mannered of his family. If Ari didn't attack him he would be shocked. His face displayed a wry smile at that thought. This would be an interesting family reunion, one he might even survive. Never the less, he would take Ari's rage and everything else that came with this reunion. He had missed them, he wanted his family back. "Can you lead me to them Nyalla." He asked, his voice sad before patting a servant on the back to get his attention. "Can you please go and fetch my brother from my quarters and bring him to Elia Martells room, tell him his brother is asking for him. You would be doing me a favor." Unlike some nobles he didn't talk down to the man, speaking to him as an equal, whether someone was noble or not had mattered little to him. A fact reinforced by his time as a mercenary where he saw men with 'noble' blood act like monsters and seen good in the lowest of births, a man he called brother had even grown up as a prostitute, he had no right to discriminate anyone. Three silver stags accompanied his request which could be as much as three months labor for the man and the show of respect and the coins caused the man to bow low, perhaps unused to the treatment at least from noble guests as he ran off to fulfill his request and Cayden turned back to Nyalla, inclining his head for her to lead on.


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[TheFordee20]

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Aerea's eyes opened just as the sun dawned. She was laying in the grass by the tree that she sat against. There was a slight breeze that made Aerea feel somewhat refreshed. Her stump had been cleaned up and its once bloody bandaged had been replaced with a clean one. A flock of black and grey birds flew through the orange sky above her. She sat up and saw a set of fresh clothes by her side, along with some food and water.


She opened the canteen and drank some. She poured the rest of the water over her face, and then used her hands to clean it. She knew she looked horrifying, so, she had to clean herself up a little bit before she got back to King's Landing.


Am I sure about this? Do I really want to return home and be with Kuvira?


Aerea wanted to grab Kuvira by the throat and choke all life from her pitiful body. But, she couldn't do that. I must try and... and remain calm.


Aerea still felt angry about what Kuvira had done to Ser James. Even though I did worse.


"I killed him." She whispered as she poured what was left in the canteen on her red hair. She then eyed the clothing. It was a man's clothes, but she knew it'd be more comfortable to wear than what she was currently in. Her dress was ruined, and ripped. Aerea looked around, so she was sure no one was looking, and then stripped herself.


She put the tunic and trousers, left for her, on. It hung loosely on her, but she expected as much. She held her dirt ridden dress in her one hand and looked at it. She flung it up into the air and it became tangled in the branches of the tree she had slept beside. I hope to never see Lady Maeve, or one of her dresses ever again.


The dress blew in the wind, like a banner- or a flag.


William's camp soon came alive with people. And Aerea knew that the day had begun...


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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Aerea's eyes opened just as the sun dawned. She was laying in the grass by the tree that she sat against. There was a slight breeze that made Aerea feel somewhat refreshed. Her stump had been cleaned up and its once bloody bandaged had been replaced with a clean one. A flock of black and grey birds flew through the orange sky above her. She sat up and saw a set of fresh clothes by her side, along with some food and water.


She opened the canteen and drank some. She poured the rest of the water over her face, and then used her hands to clean it. She knew she looked horrifying, so, she had to clean herself up a little bit before she got back to King's Landing.


Am I sure about this? Do I really want to return home and be with Kuvira?


Aerea wanted to grab Kuvira by the throat and choke all life from her pitiful body. But, she couldn't do that. I must try and... and remain calm.


Aerea still felt angry about what Kuvira had done to Ser James. Even though I did worse.


"I killed him." She whispered as she poured what was left in the canteen on her red hair. She then eyed the clothing. It was a man's clothes, but she knew it'd be more comfortable to wear than what she was currently in. Her dress was ruined, and ripped. Aerea looked around, so she was sure no one was looking, and then stripped herself.


She put the tunic and trousers, left for her, on. It hung loosely on her, but she expected as much. She held her dirt ridden dress in her one hand and looked at it. She flung it up into the air and it became tangled in the branches of the tree she had slept beside. I hope to never see Lady Maeve, or one of her dresses ever again.


The dress blew in the wind, like a banner- or a flag.


William's camp soon came alive with people. And Aerea knew that the day had begun...


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad



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William was still awake by the time the sun rose over the horizon, thoughts of Kora had kept him up all night.


Why was she being held in Harrenhal? Who is she really? What have I gotten myself into?


William shook his head and stared off into the distance "Roland would kick my ass if he was here right now." he said with a chuckle. Around 10 minutes later William heard the camp coming to life behind him, he pushed himself up with a groan and grabbed his sword before walking back to the camp. William grabbed a bowl as he walked past on of his men, rabbit stew, not the most delightful thing in Westeros but warm food was hard to turn down.


William sauntered over to Kora after checking up on the rest of his men, the clothes were so big on her that it made her look like a child wearing her something she found in her parents wardrobe.


"So," William began as he sat down on a rock near Kora "we both know that you're not who you say you are, and if I'm going to be taking you anywhere then you need to start telling the truth, now." he said before taking a sip from his both and wiping away the liquid from his mouth.


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[TheFordee20]

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Aerea was eating a small bread roll when William Thatcher came forward and sat on a rock adjacent to her own seating position in the damp grass. No. Her eyes widened when he had confronted her on 'who she really was'. She swallowed the clump of roll in her mouth and then put the rest of the roll on her lap.


"I... I don't know what you are talking about." Aerea stuttered. She had started to panic, slightly. Do not panic. She told herself. You can trust him, Aerea.


William looked at her, a serious look on his face. He sipped his drink. Aerea sighed. "Alright." She stood up. The roll she had left on her lap fell off and landed onto the grass. When she stood up, her clothes hung even lower. I must look like a fool. She looked at William and opened her mouth:


"My name is Aerea." She began, "Aerea Targaryen." As soon as the words escaped her mouth, she regretted them. I had to tell him. Or else he would of left me at this roadside.





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Aerea was eating a small bread roll when William Thatcher came forward and sat on a rock adjacent to her own seating position in the damp grass. No. Her eyes widened when he had confronted her on 'who she really was'. She swallowed the clump of roll in her mouth and then put the rest of the roll on her lap.


"I... I don't know what you are talking about." Aerea stuttered. She had started to panic, slightly. Do not panic. She told herself. You can trust him, Aerea.


William looked at her, a serious look on his face. He sipped his drink. Aerea sighed. "Alright." She stood up. The roll she had left on her lap fell off and landed onto the grass. When she stood up, her clothes hung even lower. I must look like a fool. She looked at William and opened her mouth:


"My name is Aerea." She began, "Aerea Targaryen." As soon as the words escaped her mouth, she regretted them. I had to tell him. Or else he would of left me at this roadside.


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William Thatcher


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Shit.


That was the only thought that came into Williams head the second Aerea opened her mouth. A blank expression came across his face.


Harrenhal. A princess would make an excellent prisoner, not just some girl from Flea Bottom.


William realized how much sense everything made now, how nervous she was, her look of fear when she saw William for the first time.


"Seven hells, I remember the day you were born!" William exclaimed "Princess Aerea, I'm in some pretty deep shit now."


William Thatcher, son of Edward and Jocelyn, hedge knight, now escorting the Princess of fucking Westeros back to Kings Landing. Suddenly the clothes she was wearing were even funnier to William.


"Well then," William said as he stood up "how is it that you of all people stumbled right in front of me and my men," he paused for a moment before a smirk came across his face "your highness." before giving Aerea a half assed bow


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Barba Tully

The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​

"Lord Tiber, it is a pleasure" Curtsying as was the custom when addressing a man of high birth, Barba's eyes remained fixed upon the Lannister before her, the harsh brown of her irises meeting for but a second with the green of the Lannister's own, her gaze cool and unyielding. She was content to let Tiber speak for a time, listening in silence as he apologised profusely for the lack of an introduction earlier in the evening, though she shook off his words, with a shake of the head and a slight smile, the Lord of the Rock owed her nothing and any introduction he made was additional courtesy, she was not, despite appearances, Lady-Paramount of the Trident and whilst out of the confines of castle Riverrun even the title of Regent was no longer hers to bare, falling instead to her brother, during her stay within the Rock. It seemed to Barba that her previous interaction with the Lion of Lannister had long escaped his mind, or at least bore little relevance to him now, a fact she was thankful for, it was a wedding, and she'd rather not begin a discussion over misplaced scouts and petty border disputes.


"It makes no matter, Lord Tiber. Whether we were to speak previously or now holds little importance to myself, I am just glad that you have offered me and mine a place at your hearth and a piece of your hospitality, especially since as I discovered tonight, you have more important people to cater to than us humble Riverfolk." She cast her mind back to the dragon queen, wondering for a second what she would do with the information which Barba had provided, 'mayhaps it's how she sleeps at night' Barba thought, 'convincing herself that she is innocent of all the realms problems.


"Tell my Lord Tiber, if you do not think me too bold, how high did wyrm price the loyalty of the west? Gold? A marriage? Or perhaps she offered land upon the River trident. I am old, but I am no fool, at least I do not think so, and the trout has little hope of matching the dragon, but humour me if you will. I know you are a pragmatic man and if I find lions on my door step I at least want to know that they are there for a reasonable price." She had never been a mistress of words, and Barba found courtesy to be a pretty thing, yet tedious and unnecessary, and though her tone remained polite, her words were blunt and to the point. She respected Tiber, that she couldn't deny, but he was a Lord and a businessman and she couldn't expect him to aid his family's cause out of the kindness in his heart.


"Worry not about the journey, I am old and my bones brittle, but family holds a special place in my heart, and I would not be so eager to miss a wedding." She let out a brief chuckle as the Lord of Lannister questioned her upon her accommodation and other such things. She had grown up in Stone Hedge, a large, yet militaristic castle and compared to that, the Rock was the seventh heaven. "I assure you I am fine Lord Tiber, though I have not yet had a chance to enjoy the festivities due to other matters. Do send my love to Lady Leanne, I'm afraid I was unable to offer her my congratulations today, and I will instead offer them now to you"


Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a young woman, clad in the colours of the sunset sea, adamant about talking with Lord Tiber about some addition she wanted to add to the wedding. Out of respect she remained quiet throughout their short conversation, though she could not hide her surprise when Tiber revealed her as a Greyjoy of the iron islands, raising a singular, slender eyebrow. "I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of of meeting Lady Haelga, though I do believe I knew her father long ago. Your family have been somewhat of a nuisance, my lady, but I judging strictly from your presence here tonight, you must be something different." She bowed her head politely out of respect.


"As I have said Lord Tiber, your apology is not necessary. I am sure you are a busy man, now that we have finally met face to face however, I would ask you what it is Lady Haelga is doing at this ceremony, I understand she is a guest but I would imagine you'd be a less gracious host considering her family recently declared war upon your land"


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Aerea looked at him as he 'bowed'. If you could call it a bow. "I was..." She stopped. I have told him who I am, and once I tell him what happened to me- there is no going back.


"I was on route to Highgarden, via The Rose Road." Aerea started. She used her hand to fix her hair that was still wet from when she had poured the drinking water on her head. "I was going there to marry Arren Tyrell, or at least that is what was planned." Her voice was drowned out slightly by a few of William's men shouting about the camp.


"My carriage was stopped. My handmaidens were killed. And I was beaten, and taken to Harrenhal." I can still remember Kora and Lisa's screams. Kora deserved as such, but Lisa was always kind.


"I was kept there for, maybe... a week? I was starved and humiliated. Then, they chopped off my, um, my left hand." Aerea croaked. It still hurt thinking about how she was treated.


I won't tell him about Ser James.


"I managed to escape, somehow. I had some help from the inside." Aerea finished. "That's all. I have been running since."


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.

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Tiber Lannister listened to the older woman speak. Lady Barba's tongue certainly did match up to the presence she brings to any situation. As he listened, the thought dawned on him that the Tully Matriarch had already expected Casterly Rock and her vassals to declare for Kuvira Targaryen, or at least worries highly about that possibility. He watched as the woman first regarded him, with a sense of respect he could tell, but also a possible threat that warranted much attention from her as well. The Merry Lion didn't know whether to be flatter or insulted by that, given how lightly he seemed be considered family to the Great House that professes to value it above all else, along with Honor and Duty. Still he waited until the other party finished, while sipping from his cup of ale, and spoke once his turn came.


"I may have more important people to deal with than humble Riverfolk, Lady Barba, but no one's more important to me than family." He looked her in the eyes back with that statement, both showing the conviction he placed within those words as well as trying to get a sense of her reaction. "And we will be family very soon, no? Please don't ever hesitate in contacting me for anything you might need." The words were genuine, though if House Tully asked him to do something like violate guest rights, the stakes and prices would both be very high indeed for him to agree. When the lady spoke of Kuvira's price for Westerland loyalty, Tiber's smile grew wider, more of a grin now than anything. "Her Grace did offer us price. If I recalled correctly it was a single request to be granted to House Lannister after the war to come was over. I politely informed her that she vastly underestimate the price of House Lannister's support and loyalty."


The Warden of the West sipped his drink, before continuing. "There would be no price high enough that even a Red Dragon could pay for me to attack family, so you needn't worry about lions at Riverrun my lady. If that were the case, I can assure you they would be there to relieve House Tully and House Bracken, not assault them, and since her Grace couldn't pay the price for an alliance with House Lannister, though she will insist that she rather wouldn't, I assure you that your fears will be unfounded so long as I am Lord of Casterly Rock." Tibers thought about the original plans to invade the Riverlands. Oh how things change within the span of a few weeks. Switching direction, he began addressing the festivities in general. "I do hope you and the rest of the Riverland delegation will enjoy yourselves here in the Westerlands for the rest of the celebrations then. Again, if you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. I would be a poor lord if I cannot even accommodate my own family in my castle."


Tiber gave a quick bow. "Much thanks from both myself and Leanne. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see you face to face tomorrow. Until then, please accept our appreciations in return for the hardships you all had to bear in your travels." Turning to the Greyjoy, Tiber rubbed his chin, as though thinking about why she might be here, before answering the Lady Trout. "She has accepted my hospitality, and I do take guest rights very seriously. As I have said before, there are certainly many within the Westerlands that holds ill will towards any Ironborn they encounter, with good reason. In fact even some of my own blood would be of the same feelings. I however, do not see it fit to place the crimes of a brother to his sister, and do harm or drive out those who have come to me in need. History have shown that I'm more than capable to making an example of people when needed, and I hope that here, in this case, it will show that I can extend mercies and grace as well."


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[Ser Davos Seaworth]

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Aerea looked at him as he 'bowed'. If you could call it a bow. "I was..." She stopped. I have told him who I am, and once I tell him what happened to me- there is no going back.


"I was on route to Highgarden, via The Rose Road." Aerea started. She used her hand to fix her hair that was still wet from when she had poured the drinking water on her head. "I was going there to marry Arren Tyrell, or at least that is what was planned." Her voice was drowned out slightly by a few of William's men shouting about the camp.


"My carriage was stopped. My handmaidens were killed. And I was beaten, and taken to Harrenhal." I can still remember Kora and Lisa's screams. Kora deserved as such, but Lisa was always kind.


"I was kept there for, maybe... a week? I was starved and humiliated. Then, they chopped off my, um, my left hand." Aerea croaked. It still hurt thinking about how she was treated.


I won't tell him about Ser James.


"I managed to escape, somehow. I had some help from the inside." Aerea finished. "That's all. I have been running since."


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William Thatcher


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William could tell that Aerea wasn't telling him everything, but he decided that it was best not to push any further.


"Alright then," William finished his stew and stood there looking at Aerea for a moment "I'm going to trust you on this, if you're lying to me about any of this then you'll be the first to die, do you understand me?" William said in a surprisingly serious tone that seemed to resonate with Aerea.


If this girl was lying about anything at all then William and all of his men would die, but the thought of what sort of reward he could get for helping a princess intrigued William. He turned to his men and whistled twice to signal that they were moving out before walking back to his tent to put on his armor, the camp sprung to life as the men broke down tents, put out fires, and put on there weapons and armor.


William knew that he was part of something much bigger now and he had to be prepared for anything that came his way.


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