The Fierce Falcon.

Part 16

5 Month's Later, 

Artys's Pov

 
Bringing the hammer down onto the man's chest piece I soon block the incoming swing from the second attacker with my shield before swinging for his head as I see his teeth fly out of his mouth as he falls onto the ground. 

Dodging the next attacker, I slam the hammer against his back as a grunt leaves his lips before he falls over while I take a deep breath. Feeling something slam into me a grunt leaves now my lips as I see the arrow stuck in my chest where the armor is weaker making me break it off before I can just block the incoming attack with the shield before I push the soldier away with it. 

Throwing the shield to the ground I grab the handle of the hammer with both hands before I swing at the man who falls to the ground dead with a smashed in face. Looking up I see the remains start to run away while I take a deep breath, we've been freeing the Riverlands and now we are in the Stoney Sept..... of course they would try to take us out here but with Jaime's army shattered Tywin to the east in Harrenhall they clearly did not have the men to keep us out. 

"Your wounded, Your grace." Ser Barristan says as he's quick to walk over to me. "I'm fine Ser Barristan." I say as I place my hand on his shoulder. "He's right your grace, you should let that get treated." Ser Yohn says and I nod my head. 

"Alright it's just a small wound but if it would ease all of your minds than I'll go get it checked out." 

..............................

Sitting in my tent as the Maester is stitching up the wound that was given to me by the arrow, fucking plated armor and the arrow still finds one of the few places it can enter me. 

"Robb Stark and his army are arriving. Your grace." Jace says as he walks into the tent with Tommen and I nod my head. "The man comes when the battle is won." I say with a breathless chuckle before sipping from my wine. 

"The arrow didn't cause damage to the muscles, but you should rest. Your grace." The Maester says with a small bow. "Leave us, all but you Tommen." I say as I look at the men in the guard who get up and walk out while I stand up and look at the stitched wound on my shoulder. 

"Happy Name day." I say as I grab the sword and hold it out for Tommen. It's his name day and well we forget to many name days and things from home but I did wish to gift him something. 

"Thank you, your grace." He says with a smile as he takes it out of it's sheet and looks it over. "I hope you like it." 

"It's beautiful." He says and I can't stop the small smile that grew on my face. "Well go and in the morning you're training with Jace alright?" 

"Yes, Your grace." He says before putting the sword in it's sheet again and walking out of the tent. Walking over to my bed I release a yawn as I feel the milk of the poppy take it's affect, I didn't wish to drink it, but they all insisted on it.... saying I need rest and stuff like that. 

Laying down I let my head hit the surprisingly soft pillow as I feel myself slowly start to drift off before darkness consumes me. 

Some Day's Later, 

Tyrion's Pov,