(GoT FanFic) War Of Crabs

Chapter 1: House Daggergate

February 29th 7997: Peasant Rebellion

Dyre Den in its entirety was dull and humid. You're days were numbered if you lived outside of the Castle, more likely to catch a disease so foreign, you'd die in minutes without getting to even another peasant before collasping. I suppose that was a common sight here. Seen as 'our great ruler' Lord Godry of House Brune had abandoned us, well the people long ago. It was of course only a matter of time before a revolt would brew up, and I would take charge.

I chuckled to myself as I leaned against the gateway to the Castle of Dyre den, my hand clenched on my sword hilt. My brother stood proudly by my side, as far as I could see copying my stance. I glared at him, and started to walk through the gate, people fighting the guards, pots smashed on head, swords unsheathed from the guards. I vision switched to the two mean charging towards us, longswords drawn, tattered leather over their torso's. They charged with hesitation, and their stance sloppy and unrefined. Suddenly the one on the left slashed his blade near my breastplate and I dodged to the right from his blade, unsheathing my sword and slashed the man across the chest. My attack left a large gash across his midsection, he clenched it in shocked and fell rather quickly, while the other ran in fear, my brother chuckled.

"Laren that was amazing!" He whispered, examing the unconsious man, before unsheathing his blade and sliding it easily into the mans heart with a delightful squelch between flesh and muscle tissue.

I smirked, while sheathing my blade, then patted him on the back. "Maybe one day you will kill as well as I, little brother."

I walked over and examined the fights going on in the distance, looking at the road leading to the main castle itself.

"I assume you want to go up there Laren." My brother said, with a smug look on his face.

I smiled and beckoned him to follow. I pushed through the small skirmished between peasants and guards, minutes later we managed to make it to the doors to the castle itself, unguarded it seemed. Me and my brother stood braced against the door and pushed them open, swords drawn.
I heard swords unsheath from their scabbards, one, two and up to at least six swords, shouldn't be too hard to kill. I heard the peasants feet against the dirt and stone as they began to run up to the keep.

"Who are you? Not the local populace, armored too, sellswords perhaps?" A voice said, blade drawn, eyes fixed on me.

"I am Laren of House Daggergate, the Blood of Valyria, here to claim your land for these abused people."I shouted, trying to deliver fear into this mans guards as I removed my helmed. Revealing bright sliver hair, and dark purple eyes.

I heard the mans distant chuckle as I beckoned the guards with a single gesture to attack. The guards looked at each other bewilldered at such a command, and sheathed their blades, and walked out in fear.

"WHAT! Get back here, defend me you cowards!" He shouted collasping to his seat, clasping the wound he recieved from a peasant, clearly infected and painful.

I walked over to his 'throne' blade still drawn, and when I reached him, I grabbed him by the throat, kicking his wound before throwing him down from his seat. My brother watching carefully, got careless and grabbed the Lord before realising that he had a dagger and sunk the dagger in between my brother's throat, small gurgles could be heard before he fell to his knees and in my rage I ran over sword raised high slicing through the Lords head. Then I ran over sword still inbedded in the Lords face, to my brother, tears running down my cheeks.

"Rynor, hey come on. Don't die on me like this. " I whispered, placing my hand under his neck holding him close to my own face. I saw Rynor's eyes slowly close and the life left his eyes.

I picked him up in my arms, the armor he was wearing weighed me down, the peasants stood outside bewildered and afraid. I wipped the tears from my face with my mailed gautlet.

"This is the price I pay for you people's liberation! You may not trust me, but as your new Lord, I promise to you that I will be just and fair, just as me and my brother planned. I know that my brother would have prefered me to look after you all! I am Laren of House Daggergate, I am your Lord, and we will heal the land!" I shouted, the speech filling the ears of the people, as I could hear their cheers.

March 27th 7998

I sat at my desk writting a letter to Edmure Tully, his land was small and yet strong in the way of men. My letter requested, or in this case recommended a marriage between me and Amabel Tully, which would gain me a strong alliance with the Tully's and of course a claim.