I awoke in Jojen's arms to the sound of screaming. I jumped out of the bed, waking him in the process. "Lehna, what's wrong?" He called.
"How could you have let me fall asleep?!" I yelled. "I should have been preparing defenses! We're under siege!" I threw open the door that connected to my chambers. "Seven hells, Theon must be worried sick," I mumbled so Jojen couldn't hear.
Jojen grabbed my arm. "Wait," He pulled me into him and kissed me as a fire spread through my body and into his. "Be careful, love. If anything happened to you-" he took a shaky breath.
I gently placed my hand on his cheek. "It won't. What would you do without me?" I tried to laugh but I was scared. We could very well lose this fight. I could feel him watching me as I descended the stairs to get to my chambers.
Theon had his back turned when I entered our room through the trap door. I managed to get in and close the door when he turned and saw me. He rushed to my side and held me in his arms. "Where were you all night? I was so worried."
"I was making sure we had enough resources to withstand a siege," I lied. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but the Targaryen girl is practically at our gates, we need to go."
"Wait," he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. My husband gently cupped my face. "Please be careful," his voice cracked. "I already lost our child, please don't make me lose you too. I couldn't bear it."
I looked up at him, surprised that he was so vulnerable. Guilt nagged at my heart for ignoring him in his pain to spend time in the arms of another. "I don't plan on dying today, dear husband," I responded. We shared one last kiss before bolting for the Throne Room.
There were men with dark colored skin and shaved heads marching in immaculate formation through the halls. I whispered spells under my breath to paralyze them, hoping Theon wouldn't notice. They must have been the Unsullied that Daenerys had purchased. The Unsullied were trained from birth to be ruthless killers with no emotions. They were castrated as children and forced to kill dogs and babies as part of their training. Having them here frightened me, but I had magic on my side. Daenerys did not.
I made eye contact with Jojen across one of the halls. He approached Theon and I, and I worried that he was about to kiss me right there. Instead he clasped Theon's shoulder. "Keep her safe," he asked. "She's the best chance Westeros has." He looked right into my eyes as he delivered the last part. Theon nodded and we entered the Throne Room together. A group of Unsullied had opened the doors for us, leaving me unnerved.
My blood boiled at the sight of Daenerys sitting on the Iron Throne. Then it froze when I saw my father lying broken at the bottom of the long, twisting staircase that lead to the grisly chair.
"Robert should have killed you when he had the chance, you insolent wretch!" I screamed. "It's time to finish what he started! Liikkua!" An Unsullied's blade launched itself into my waiting hand. Theon gasped at the reveal of my powers.
Daenerys' violet eyes filled with steel as she watched me run for the stairs. "Stark!" She called, lifting her gaze to the balcony. "Eliminate the witch first!"
I heard Jojen's shout from behind me. "Bran!? You're alive?" His voice cracked.
Theon shouted as well. "Bran! Bran, I'm so sorry! I can't believe you're alive!" Up in the balcony sat a young man a few years older than I. He had brown hair and steely eyes. I pieced together what was happening and realized that Bran Stark was here, in King's Landing, when last I heard he had died in Winterfell at the command of my husband.
He looked right at me, eyes slipping back into his skull baring their whites and he began to chant. I felt my heart constrict and pain wracked my head. I tried to whisper a counter attack, but to no avail. Blood began to drip from my nose and onto the stone floor.
"I don't need magic to kill you," I heaved. "You've never fought a single battle in your life! You let everyone else fight for you. Why? Because you're weak," I spat.
Daenerys unsheathed a dagger. I suppressed a laugh at her miniscule choice of weapon. I circled her, waiting for her to make the first blow. Bran's magic was still weakening me, and I felt a weird ringing in my head. Jojen's voice didn't come out loud, but in my mind. "Princess, don't worry about Bran. Theon and I will take him out. Keep trying your magic, he can't defend himself against three of us."
While I was distracted, Daenerys suddenly jabbed at me with her tiny dagger. I dodged it, and a heated battle ensued. Like Jojen had told me, I continued to mutter different spells.
Jojen and Theon faced the young Bran Stark. I could hear Jojen talking softly to him. "Bran, why are you doing this? You're using your power for evil. Lehna is a good and kind Princess, she's nothing like her monster of a father. Please, Bran, don't make me kill you."
Suddenly, my love was blown back into the stone wall of the balcony. I cried out and swung my sword down, landing my first blow on my attacker. Daenerys winced as blood poured out of her shoulder. She lunged at me, her dagger grazing my collarbone.
Theon's voice floated to my ears. "Bran," he breathed. "Please Bran, I spared you. Spare my wife."
The warlock spoke in a cold tone. "You didn't kill me because you couldn't find me." He muttered an angry sounding spell, causing pain to flame through me. I screamed and fell to my knees, giving Daenerys the opportunity to kick me in the chest. I tumbled down the long staircase.
Jojen darted forward and sunk his blade into the young Stark's chest. Theon leapt from the balcony to catch me. He grabbed me just before my skull cracked on a corner. An enraged Daenerys flew at him. In less than a second, my husband had shoved his sword into my attacker's chest, but her small dagger sprouted through his stomach, the silver glinting off my eyes.
"Theon!" I pulled him into my lap and held his face that a part of me had grown to love. Hot tears pooled in my eyes. "Theon please stay with me, I love you." my voice cracked.
"Lehna," he gasped. "You don't have to lie to a dying man. I know." He paused, struggling to breathe. "I know that your heart belongs to the teacher. It always has. And I loved you despite it. I told myself-" he took a ragged breath. "I told myself that as long as you were happy, I could live with it. Now I am dying, and I still want you to be happy. Be happy with Jojen. I get to die lucky enough to have loved you, Lehna." I gripped his hand as tears fell from my face. He held onto me tightly as I sobbed. It wasn't long before his hand went limp and the man that I married left the land of the living.
