Royal Salvation [Game of Thrones]

Chapter IX - Familial Disregard

Growing Strong

Axel Baratheon POV

The resonant sound of hooves thundering against the ground emulated through the wooden hold Axel remained subjected to.

The distant sound of steel clashing resounded through his skull, light obscuring his vision at its sudden onslaught.

"My Prince, we must go." Axels eyes blinked rapidly to remove the uncomfortable, blinding rage of the sun's luminescence.

"I am no Prince, not anymore."

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"Your Uncle has escaped to Essos, my Prince. Lady Olenna has sent her orders that you be returned to High Garden." Axel furrowed his brows perplexed at the motives of the elder woman.

"Why?" The Lord shrugged his horse travelling amicably amongst the dirt road,

"It's not for me to say, but she did send me with this to give you." The parchment fell into dirtied hands, as he broke the seal, his eyes tracing the ink with renewed vigour.

"How many men have I been given command over, Ser...?" The young man occupying him smirked a clear influence of the Queen of Thorns,

"Ser Lucien Rykker, my Prince, and I believe the Garrison contain 5,000 men." Axel smirked a wolffish grin stretching across thin lips.

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"Please I beg for mercy." The armoured mercenary smiled, steel brandished to the Lords throat.

"Tell me, my Lord, did you grant mercy to the girls you raped? The women you butchered?" The man trembled in fear, Axel's order calling for his execution.

"There's a young girl in the carriage." Axel furrowed his brow, glancing briefly through the the shutters, housing a terrified young girl.

"Move the body, cut the horses lose, saddle them up, we'll take them, I'll talk to her." The Knight nodded dutifully as Axel opened the carriage door perching on the wooden ledge, attempting to appear non-threatening.

"He's not going to hurt you anymore." The girl nodded tears descending with vigour across rosy cheeks,

"Is he gone." Axel nodded his heart shattering at her trembling figure,

"Yeah he's gone." The young girl threw herself into Axel's larger frame embracing him as she sobbed hysterically.

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"It appears Margery has wed your brother Tommen, they are rumoured to be quite the pair of rulers." Axel nodded solemnly his heart aching at the mention of the woman that possessed his heart, that gripped his soul passionately, possessively.

"I did hear the rumour." Ser Lucian nodded, watching the Prince intently,

"Please excuse my ignorance, you Grace, but where are we headed?" The Prince's eyes observed the young girl watching her interact with crowds of Knights, eyes shining with adoration.

"King's Landing, Ser Lucien, the woman I love, remains imprisoned within that hellish landscape, and I intend to retrieve her." Lucien chuckled callous eyes observing royalty, with imposed humour.

"You intend to kidnap the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." Axel rolled his eyes with obedient displeasure,

"I intent to kidnap my wife."

"She's married to your brother."

"She's been married to both of my half-brothers, she's still my fucking wife."

"She's still your brothers Queen."

"Will you fuck off." The young man giggled childishly at the sight of Axel's disruptive annoyance, as his jaw clenched, grinding against ivory teeth.

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Blood stained ivory fabric, as Axel and his armed forces trudged through liquor stained halls, bodies discarded in their lifeless statements.

Candles flickered radically as the alabastrine fabric echoed emphatically through stone halls.

"Tywin Lannister, is dead my Prince." Axel grunted the tender skin, swords had inflicted blemishes, and injuries bruising as he slowly sat the throne of Storms End.

Ser Lucien intercepted the messenger, a bloodied hand outstretched, "Let it be known amongst the soldiers that from this day until his last Axel Baratheon is King of the Seven fucking Kingdoms, and anyone seeking to dispose him will be refused mercy."

The man nodded scurrying from the dimly lit room, groans of pain echoing redundantly amongst dull walls.

He perched wincing intermittently at the edge of the throne garnishing the room, a crown blemishing the hands of the Knight still standing adjacent to him.

The crown befell his head, a weight of responsibility gracefully bestowed upon his shoulders.

A young girl stumbled through the large oak doors, hurriedly barreling toward Axel's large figure.

"Papa!" Axels pained expression hurriedly contorted into that of joy as he lifted his daughter into muscular arms,

"Lyanna, my girl, did you slip the guards again?" The young girl smirked, mischievous eyes glistening amongst harsh ray of light.

"Sorry Papa." The man chuckled heartily, embracing his daughter lightly.

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"My King, your Uncle sends word."

Axel nodded his eyes littered with the disinterest that participated while involved with notions regarding his Uncle.

He recited the written words, ink staining parchment, as the creased paper offended his palm.

"To my Nephew Prince Axel Baratheon,
I have heard starting claims that you inhabit Storms End seated on my throne, calling yourself King. As we are family, and due to the love I held for your father boy, I grant you mercy should you denounce this claim and abdicate Storm's End.
As the chosen King of the Lord of Light my claim surpasses your own and therefore should you continue this act of treachery I shall hold no mercy toward you, and you shall be met with death.
Signed,
King Stannis Baratheon, First of his Name."

Axel scoffed tossing the offending item amongst orange embers, drawing ink upon his quill, scratching his own message upon discoloured parchment.

Uncle,
You and your Lord can answer to the garrison I command should you announce war against my claim, and in regard to the whore that proclaims you the King of the Lord of Light, I do hope you've enjoyed sticking your prick in her because should you met me on the battlefield it will be the last thing you do.
Signed,
King Axel Baratheon, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, protector of the realm.

"Ser Lucien if you could have this delivered to my Uncle."

The Kingsguard soldier nodded smirking as he exchanged mischievous gestures with his monarch.

"Gladly, your Grace."