Born A God | House of The Dragon

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The kingsguard were in a Wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy mountain pass All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged. One of the men Y/n was just waking up and looked at one of the men.

Ralof: Hey, you. You’re finally awake.

Y/n look around confused he remembered walking on a border then he heard the sound of fighting now he was here

Ralof: You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.

Lokir: Damn you Blacks. Westeros was fine until you came along. The king was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell.

He then looked over at Y/n, who was still trying to get used to his setting

Lokir: You there. You and me — we should be here. It’s these Blacks the King wants.

Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Kingsguard: Shut up back there!

They all then noticed the forth man was shaking like nervous wreck.

Ralof: Rodick, would you calm yourself.

Rodick: I saw him, I saw the prince.

Lokir: Prince Aemond, Oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but the seven call upon us

Lokir: No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

Ralof: Hey, where are you from, horse thief?

Lokir: Why do you care?

Ralof: A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: Highgarden. I’m…I’m from Highgarden.

Ralof then looked over at Y/n.

Ralof: What about you?

Y/n: Crow's Nest, I'm from Crow's Nest

[They approach the village of Ashford. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]

Kingsguard: Lord Commander! The headsman is waiting!

Criston: Good. Let’s get this over with.

Lokir: Old Gods, Seven, Black Goat, Lord of Light. Divines, please help me.

Ralof: Look at him, Criston Cole the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. This is Ashford, I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny…when I was a boy, the Kings walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.

[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torolf: Inside the house. Now.

The horses then stopped.

Criston: Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!

Lokir: Why are we stopping?

Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.

Lokir: No! Wait! We’re not rebels!

Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.

They all got off the wagon lining up, as Y/n finally got a good luck at both Criston and the Prince who was standing beside another soldier who had a list.