Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 3

"For the realm!" he yells, his voice a battle cry that pierces the air like the sharpest of swords.

Our blades clash, sparks flying like embers from a dying fire. His flaming steel is a stark contrast to the icy chill of my own, a dance of fire and ice that could warm the coldest of hearts. Yet, there is no warmth in me, only the cold determination to see this world swallowed by the eternal night.

"You fight well, for a creature of the light," I say, my voice carrying the weight of a thousand winters.

The knight's eyes never leave mine, even as we exchange blows that resonate through the very marrow of our bones. His blade, alight with the fire of the gods, strikes at me with a ferocity that would be commendable in any other context. Each swing is met with an icy parry, the steel ringing out against the cold.

"You fight for a lost cause," I sneer, each word a frosty puff of contempt.

"My cause is not lost," the knight retorts, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It is the night that will end."

Our duel continues, a fiery dance against the backdrop of the endless winter. His blade sings a song of defiance, a fiery sonnet that clashes against my icy melody. Each blow is met with unyielding strength, neither of us gaining ground. Yet, the chill in my heart does not waver. The living are ever hopeful, ever foolish.

"You are but a shadow," he shouts, his eyes alight with the fire of his conviction. "The night will never claim the realms of men!"

"Yet you fight alone," I reply, my voice cold and unwavering. "Where are your kings and queens to stand beside you?"

The knight's fiery gaze never falters. "I fight for them," he says, his blade a blur of orange and red against the stark white of my own. "For the light that burns in every heart that calls Westeros home."

With a swift motion, I catch his blade in a crushing grip. The fire sizzles and dies out, the steel growing brittle under the touch of the cold that is my essence. With a flick of my wrist, I send his sword spiraling through the air, to land with a thud in the frozen earth. He charges at me, his valor undiminished despite the futility of his efforts.

In a heartbeat, I am upon him. The force of my blow sends him sprawling to the ground, his armor crackling like ice under the weight of my fist. His eyes, once alight with hope, now cloud with confusion and despair as he stares up at the towering figure of his inevitable end. I raise my sword, its frozen edge gleaming in the moonlight, ready to deliver the final blow.

But the knight surprises me. With a strength that defies the chains of his mortal coil, he pushes himself to his feet, reaching for something within his torn and tattered cloak. He pulls out a dagger, its handle adorned with the sigil of his House, and charges at me with a fiery determination that I have not seen in centuries.

Before he can reach me, I impaled him with my sword, the icy steel slicing through his armor as if it were made of paper. He gasps, his eyes wide with shock and pain, and I hoist him into the air, his body trembling in my unyielding grip.

"You fight for a lost cause, a world that will soon be buried under the eternal night," I whisper, my frosty breath condensing around his face. "Your warmth is a fleeting memory, and your light will be snuffed out."

With a surge of power, I bring my fist down upon his helmet, the impact echoing through the night. The metal cracks, the sound sharp and final, as the life force leaves his body. The knight's eyes glaze over, his fiery resolve extinguished. He hangs there for a moment, a marionette with severed strings, before I release my grip, and he falls to the ground, a lifeless doll in a sea of the dead.