Fight of Fire | ᴳᴬᴹᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴺᴱˁ [ENGLISH]

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 19 - Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ

Freya 🔥

A pure mess otherwise I could not describe it and blood. Corpses, dead. My heart was beating against my chest in terror and I had no idea what to do.

I wanted to help them, but I'm nowhere near Jon's level. I would walk to my certain death, but it wasn't what I wanted.

William will only quit when he has me, I know that.

It's so obvious.

Jon is my weak point and William would grab him if he got the chance.

I had no choice but to fight, even if I were to die now, even if it meant running to my doom.

It would be like this now.

I couldn't protect all the wildlings, but I could buy them some time.

I was about to get up to join the fight when William spotted me and walked towards me. Jon blocked his way and the two turned on each other.

My eyes went back to Mom and Ava.

They're both dead, William and my father killed them.

How could you be so cruel?

I just don't get it, couldn't understand it. "Freya," Father appeared in my line of sight and he walked towards me with a bloodied sword.

I didn't back down, but stood my ground. Should he come. "You murdered your wife, my mother," I shrieked at him.

"How could you? I thought 'You love her', never had my doubts about it, never would I have questioned it, but this is it... it was all really happening in front of my eyes, but I couldn't believe it, I refused somewhere somehow still.

"Love?" Father raised an eyebrow.

"Love isn't the most important thing in this world," no, he didn't exactly say that. My chest tightened painfully.

"You're just a disgusting asshole like William," and with that I ran at him, dagger raised. "How could you?" I shrieked as I was about to hunt the dagger in his shoulder, he ducked and raised the leg that grabs me in the stomach.

I immediately fell to the ground, panting.

"Who do you think you are?" he yells at me now, kicking me in the face so I see stars for a moment. "I'm your daughter," I whispered softly as he pulled me up by the collar.

"You are no longer my daughter. My daughter would have married William, she would be Queen," and at that very moment, while he was not paying attention, I put the knife right through his heart.

"I hate you. I hate you so much".

His eyes widened before his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. I landed right next to it.

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