The Broken || Game Of Thrones

Chapter Fourteen

3rd person pov

Bran jolted awake. He checked his surroundings. Rhaenyra was still in the bed but her eyes were glued to the roof. He still saw their hands were together.

"Did the floor get you?" She asked not looking at him.

"Yes"

"Aegon got me" She turned her head and looked at him.

"He would never hurt you" Bran gripped her hand and kissed it. "I know it"

"You saw him knock me out with one swing of his tail" she reminded him. "He's ten times bigger now"

"The arrows you were removing from his wing hurt and that was a muscle spasm from the relief, he didn't mean it"

She looked back at the roof and stayed quiet. They were in silence for over ten minutes before a maester walked in. She didn't bother to look at him.

"They are waiting for you" he told the two.

Rhaenyra nodded and got up out of bed fine. She walked past the maester and left the room. He walked over to Bran and began to wheel him out.

All the survivors stood outside the castle walls. The dead laid on wood stakes ready for them to be burned. Rhaenyra stood next to her sister who was tense.

"Are you alright?" Rhaenyra whispered.

She didn't answer and the ceremony began. A speech was made by Jon and everyone was handed a torch. Rhaenyra held hers as she watched Sansa. She went to Theon and cried.
Rhaenyra never knew how much he meant to her, but it made her feel guilt. The first and last time Rhaenyra said a word to Theon was at Dragon stone where she berated him.

Everyone looked at Rhaenyra who stared at the ground. She was last to go light a stake. Her eyes wonders the field of bodies that lie from the white walker army. She walked out to them, they were in a pile away from the stakes.

Rhaenyra made her calling sound and Aegon landed behind her. She looked at all the bodies and it was depressing.

"Dracarys" she said.

With a roar Aegon lit up the huge pile with his Purple ember. The threw her torch on the pile and began to walk away. She walked back over to Bran and stopped in her tracks for a few seconds.

"If the dream was showing the our future, we are truely fucked" she said to him before she walked away.

Rhaenyra sat on the floor in Brans room in front of the fire. She had collected Aegons scales from his recent shed and was sewing them on to a dress she made at Dragonstone in her free time.

Her last stitch was coming together and her peace and quiet was disturbed. Arya walked in as she pushed Brans chair. Jon and Sansa walked in and closed the door after the two. She saw sansa had a small box and so did Jon.

"Can this wait? I'm finishing my dress for tonight" she asked the four.

"I guess it could" Arya suggested but Sansa shut her down.

"No" Sansa said and walked over to Rhaenyra who sat on the floor. "Come on, get up"

Rhaenyra stood up and placed her dress on Brans bed. She stood awkwardly and watched Jon help Bran out of his chair. Arya helped him kneel as Jon handed him the box.

"Rhaenyra Targaryen-Reed" He begun and Rhaenyra had stared to cry. "Will you marry me?"

Arya had a huge smile on her face and for the first time Sansa had smiled at Rhaenyra. Jon looked proud of everyone in the room.