Kingmaker

Lord Petyr #2

Ava moved to Sir George, covering him from the blade of Lord Petyr. She wasn't going to let this man kill him. Not whilst she was right there. "Lancaster needs you more than they need me" she whispered, fearing the tears in her eyes and the blade above her. It all happened in a matter of second; the blade swung down to meet her. When she closed her eyes tight, preparing for impact. She silently prayed for her son and her husband. But the impact never came. Above her. Sir Richard stood with his sword. His blade pressed against that of Lord Petyr.
In the moments she had, Ava tried to drag Sir George to safety. She came a little too close to Lord Petyr as the man stamped down on the knee that had been dislocated by York soldiers not long before. She continued to drag Sir George away, ignoring the pain and the nauseating feeling she had once more. Dislocated joints could be dislocated over and over again. And could cause intense pain when pressure was applied.  And that was what she was experiencing.
Sir Richard forced his sword harder against the man. "You didn't come here to attack people, Lord Petyr" he hissed, shoving the man away from him. Behind Sir Richard, Ava still protected Sir George. She refused to move from him until Lord Petyr was either dead. Or had been taken out of the castle. Lord Petyr snorted, glancing over at Ava and Sir George. "It's remarkable that you lot are still alive. Though that one might not be for much longer" He motioned to Ava, sending fear through her spine; and through the Lancastrian knights. None had noticed the red marks around Ava's throat from his hands. But Ava had had enough. She stood, limping to Lord Petyr. "How many times are you going to make threats. How many times. Are you going to come in here acting like you are not in enemy territory. Leave"
With a snort and a smirk, Lord Petyr left in silence. He'd done his damage to one of the Lancastrian knights. And to Ava. But she hadn't let it affect her. As Lord Petyr left, Ava moved back to Sir George and Sir Richard. Sinking to his side, before helping him to his feet. Taking his weight on herself, even as she limped. She remained silent. The only sound coming from her were the small sniffles and pained breathing. The two knights looked to her, knowing she was hurting but still refusing to let go of Sir George at her side. This was the Ava they knew. The one that never let a friend lay on the ground. The one that never left a friend's side and risked her own life to protect him.
As she walked, Ava kept her gaze ahead of her. Not taking her eyes off of the door. If Lord Petyr returned. She would cut the man down herself. Even if he beat her down to the ground again. She would kill him. She would lunge at that man. Even if he held a blade to her chest. She would make sure he felt a blade as well.

When they finally entered the safety of the great hall, Sir Richard, and Ava let Sir George move into a seat; with Ava motioning for her several of her soldiers to fetch the doctors and several others to guard the door. All the while, she remained silent as ever to the knights. Even as she limped around, she remained silent. Determined not to show pain. She was trying to harden herself to things like this. Fearing that if she showed pain, it would make her look weak. And that was one of her biggest fears. She feared to look weak in the eyes of the enemy. She feared to look weak in the eyes of the King. She feared to look weak in the eyes of her soldiers. But most of all. She feared looking weak in the eyes of the Lancastrian knights. 
The doctors treated Sir George in silence. Muttering to one another and to the knight. Several doctors trying to treat Ava, but having her turn down their pleas to treat her leg and look at her throat. They wouldn't force her to have treatment. But they knew she needed it. And she knew that too. It wasn't so much her being stubborn,as it was her being ignorant. She was ignorant to the fact that she needed help and was choosing to try and brush off the pain. When really, it was eating away at her and she knew she was going to suffer a lot more later on.
It took for Sir George and Sir Richard to demand that she accepted treatment for her to finally accept the help of the doctors. It was the first time they had had to demand that she do something. And they saw in her eyes that she regretted not accepting it when it was first offered. She had changed a lot since being captive with York. They knew she was trying to 'bounce back' from it, and she was doing a good job. But from time to time, she slipped up and made stupid mistakes. Not accepting medical treatment was one of those mistakes.
Sir Richard had sighed when she sat for treatment. She didn't look at the doctors or give them her full attention when they asked her questions. Did she think she was undeserving of treatment? Or that she wasn't worth it? She was wrong to think such things, but it showed how badly she had been affected mentally by recent events. Would it be wise to talk to her about these things? Really sit and talk with her about how she was really doing?
Again, the doctors mumbled amongst themselves as they treated Ava and Sir George. Ava would heal perfectly fine again, and Sir George would too. Both just needed to avoid any more conflict. Especially if it involved swords. But getting the pair to avoid that was a whole other story with the threat of York growing each day.
"You really need to avoid that man, Ava. He's nothing but a snake with venomous intentions" sighed Sir Richard as he walked to Ava now, crouching before her as he rested a hand lightly on her knee.

"I know" murmured Ava quietly. "I know"

[Authors Note: Needed to get this part finished because it was eating away at my mind that it wasn't done. I'll update again soon. But for now. Its far too warm and I can't focus]