Davina Targaryen was focused on fun and adventure when they took their trip north she never expected to fall in love.
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"What you're looking for has been here the whole time."
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"You dont have to go down there." Avalon assured him. "You stay back, protect the wall." Sandor nodded thankful that Avalon understood his fears and didnt think less of him. "I want you closer to me anyways."
"I want you back where it is safe." Tywin corrected.
"Jon." Ned looked to his nephew and Jon met his gaze. "Shall we? Together?"
"Together." Jon agreed as the headed down.
This is madness, he thought, but sooner madness than defeat. Defeat is death and shame.
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(Ignore Tormund and Ed^)
Tywin marched forward jumping on his horse. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters, over a coat of mail. The high saddle was gilded. Tywin put on his helm and picked up his shield, heavy oak emblazoned with a golden lion on red, surrounded by small golden lions. He walked his horse in a circle. He gathered the men and got ready to hold the line and keep stannis out of their city.
"DAVINA!" Sandor barked.
"I'm helping." Davina corrected.
"You did you duty-"
"Jon is out there I'm not going to sit back and let him do this without me." Davina corrected. "We are in this together, what sort of queen will I be if I hide?" She demanded.
"Lances," Tyon commanded. He sped to a canter. The ground was sodden and slippery, equal parts mud and blood. His stallion stumbled over a corpse, his hooves sliding and churning the earth, and for an instant Tyon feared his charge would end with him tumbling from the saddle before he even reached the foe, but somehow he and his horse both managed to keep their balance.
Oberyn moved like a dancer through the battlefield. Jon moved like a seasoned warrior. Tyon fought with wild courage while Davina shot her bow with fine precision. Beneath the gate men were turning, hurriedly trying to brace for the shock. Sandor lifted his axe readying for another blow.
Other voices took up the cry, and now the arrowhead flew, a long scream of steel and silk, pounding hooves and sharp blades kissed by fire.
Sandor smashed a man in the face with all the weight of axe and arm and charging horse, taking off half his head. He smirked glancing back at the dead for. Davina kept shooting, flaming arrows, davina caught sandors glare as an arrow flew by his head.
"SORRY! LOVE YOU!" Davina shouted down.
Tyon galloped beside Tywin, slashing down at every foe they passed. Dimly, he heard cheers from the men on the walls. The battering ram crashed down into the mud, forgotten in an instant as its handlers fled or turned to fight.
"They are getting to the gate." Jon warned.
"Not if we have anything to say about that." ned corrected.
Avalon felt so nervous and so scared, she wasnt a fighter, she didnt want to leave either, she wanted to be in a position of authority, she wanted to see what was happening and know their fate. She was decent at close combat and one to one battles but not against skilled warriors.
Through the steel and padding of his helm, Jon heard anguished screams, the hungry crackle of flame, the shuddering of war horns, and the brazen blast of trumpets. Fire was everywhere.
Gods be good, no wonder Sandor Clegane was frightened.
