Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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Ser Loras rode back toward Lenora and her army. He shook his head as he took his position next to Lenora. "He will not surrender."
Lenora sighed. Of course not, just make this last longer than it should. She was quickly getting agitated with the situation, she did not expect Jon Snow to rally the entire North to seek revenge on The Boltons.
"Then we will make him regret every being born." Hanuel blew the horn that signaled war.
Within seconds both Kayda and Leviathan took off from the ground and set flight to the Bolton men. The army surrounding Lenora took off towards the castle with their swords drawn.
Lenora was one of the first to reach the battle field. Her sword shining in as she sliced through the first of the Bolton Men. He struggled to stand but was eventually ran over by a horse.
Kayda flew over Lenora and picked up one of the shooters pointing his bow at her. The dragon sunk her claws into the man and took him high into the sky just to drop him to his death.
"Good girl!" Reina rubbed the base of Kaydas neck.
Leviathan refused to breath her fire breath. She hasn't ate in days and she didn't want to burn her snacks. So she took another approach, by just eating whoever she saw and ignoring the commands of Ryujin.
Lenora rode along with Ser Loras and Hanuel. The trio tore through any of Boltons men who stood in their way. Together they slowly made their way toward the castle.
Loras cursed as he noticed the three being surrounded. He looked to Lenora who only smiled and jumped off her horse. Hanuel following and forcing Loras to do the same. The three stood nearly back to back, weapons raised.
The Bolton men didn't go easy on them. They all charged at the same time. Forcing Lenora to be more offensive on her defence.
Her sword deflected another sword as she pushed forward. Her left hand gripped onto a knife on her waist belt as she danced with her opponents.
The knife secretly sliced through the armor of one man. His friend wondered what happened before he also got stabbed. Lenora looked into his eyes as he fell to his knees. Blood dripping out of his mouth.
She must have hit his lungs, good. Any man who sided with a traitor would never be forgiven. Because you could never trust them again, you had to kill them before they killed you.
Lenora spun and through her knife at the man standing over Loras. The blade sunk deep into his skull and he fell over the Tyrell knight.
Ser Loras quickly stood, pulling the knife out of the man's brain for Lenora. "I thought you should never bring a knife to a sword fight?"
She smiled and took the knife, wiping the blood off on her cloak. "Thats true, unless it's concealed."
