A Song of Weiss and Fire (RWBY/Game of Thrones)

1-7

It had been over a decade since Weiss had felt this way, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, running away from men, nay, beasts that wished to kill her or perform unspeakable things on her. The scully maids of the Gold Keep had loose lips, Weiss knew some information on the Ironborn. How they worshiped their Drowned god of the deep sea, how they had raided Lannisport countless times throughout its long history, and how they had burned the city at least thrice. Weiss never thought she would live to see it happen a fourth time, or at least, during Lord Tywin’s lifetime. The Old Lion was a fearsome man, intelligent and cold, who suffered no opposers to his rule. Weiss’ Father had petitioned the man to open the silver mines of Castamere, to no avail. She personally would’ve given it to a loyal house, or form another cadet branch from one of the lesser Lannisters. Admittedly, the new owners would’ve had a significant mess to clean out, but there’s no sense wasting good silver by leaving it in the ground.

“Don’t look back, My Lady!” Ser Tylan’s voice was cold and firm as he covered their retreat. Mother, Alis and Alysanne were just ahead of her, with Robart now taking the lead while holding her Mother’s wrist. Even from her position near the back, Weiss could see the shadows of his short sword, dark castle forged steel made out of the finest ores. Its length was perfect for fighting in the tight hallways of the Gold Keep, long enough to kill, but short enough to allow a full swing through the corridors. “Their armor weighs them down, we can outrun them.” 

That was assuming that those intruders were the only Ironborn in the Gold Keep. A bold, yet likely wrong assumption. In order for these Ironborn to have infiltrated the Gold Keep so quickly, the operation had to have been planned. They must’ve already been in Lannisport to strike so quickly, but without any proof, they were just guesses and fantasy. All Weiss truly knew was the incompetence of the Lannister guards who allowed so many to enter the Gold Keep. Those who died to the Ironborn should consider themselves lucky, especially if they were at fault for this mess. 

“Head back from where we came.” Ser Tylan yelled towards Robart, having to raise his voice to be heard over the crying that escaped the throats of Alis and Alysanne. Weiss would have preferred if they cried silently to not attract anymore unwanted attention. There could be more raiders in the keep. “We shall fortify one of the rooms there.” 

A decent idea, if they holed up in one of the rooms they just passed by, the raiders would likely reach them soon. Weiss could hear their footsteps, faint, but drawing ever closer. If only she had Myrtenaster and was at her full strength in a grown woman's body, she’d easily be able to subdue all of them. Their group soon passed another intersection of corridors, with Weiss giving it a brief glance. She regretted it almost instantly. 

She spotted three bodies against the floor, parts of their bodies hidden by the shadows of the night, yet the torches that lit the way revealed a brutality that would’ve traumarize any other girl her age. It looked like a bloodbath, their Lannister armor half scavenged and caked in blood and gore. The air smelled like iron, as if the Stranger himself was stalking through the walls. Weiss swore she saw a few shadows move, at least four men were hiding in the darkness. 

Ser Tylan noticed, and used his body to block her view. “Keep going my Lady, I swore to your Lord Father that no harm would come to you and Lady Ceria, and a knight always keeps his vows.” He said in between breaths. Ser Tylan was old, and his chain armor was slowing him down. And yet, he sounded almost excited to be in combat once more. 

“We need to stop soon!” Weiss said loudly. They had already lost Joston, Byren and Tarik, Weiss wasn’t going to lose Ser Tylan too. Alis and Alysanne were also slowing down, not used to running for their lives, and their crying made their breathing erratic. “If we continue like this they’ll just pick us off one by one.”