Dark Sister

- The Battle of the Blackwater-

-The Battle of the Blackwater-

299 AC
Kings Landing

The screams and shouts could be heard almost a mile away as could the sight of Wildfire burning on the blackwater rush. Littlefinger had been successful in recruiting the Tyrells, so the two armies charged towards Kings Landing and Stannis' forces. Valyria led a group of riders consisting of a mix of Tyrell and Lannister cavalry, Garlan and Loras Tyrell rode with her.

Garlan wore the dead King Renly's armor. They swept through Stannis' infantry. Dark Sister drank the blood of many that night. Valyria leaned to the side of her horse and swung Dark Sister, hitting one man in the chest, killing him. The outnumbered forces of Stannis were quickly defeated. With some of Renly's former men surrendering as they saw Garlan charge in.

With the battle quickly won, Valyria regrouped and joined Lord Tywin as they rode to the Red Keep. Valyria and the Tyrells were first into the Red Keep. Valyria had blood splattered across her face and some tainting her silver hair. The three entered into the throne room first with Garlan taking off Renly's helmet, as they gazed towards the Iron Throne where Cersei held Tommen close. She stood up though, as Tywin walked in. "Father." Cersei breathed out. "The battle is over, we have won!" Lord Tywin spoke proudly.

It was then that a squire ran in, "Lord Tyrion has been injured, he is being tended to by the Grand Maester now. Your Grace, my lord" Before quickly scuttling away.

Valyria was furious, she stormed out of the throne room and towards Pycelle's chambers. She nearly kicked the door down watching as the maester applied ointment to and stitched a scar running from Tyrion's right cheekbone to above his left eyebrow. She then noticed another man in the room and the squire from before.

"What happened?" Valyria demanded. "Ser Mandon Moore attacked him, my lady." "I'm not a lady. Where is Ser Mandon?" She stated rather than questioned. The squire wore a sheepish look now and the man wore a smirk. "Dead, my-Ser." The squire corrected himself as he spoke. "And you killed him?" The boy nodded.

"What are your names?" She spoke looking at both of them. "Podrick of House Payne. Ser." The squire said quietly "The name's  Bronn." The man stated. 'Oh Tyrion's sellsword.' She thought. Grand Maester Pycelle got up from his chair and started shuffling about the room.

"I have done all I can for Lord Tyrion. He needs rest, I'll have him moved to a new room." The shriveled old man said before walking out of the room. Valyria looked at the two still left in the room. "Take care of him." She spoke before turning on her heel and strolling out of the room.