The Realm's Saviour (A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION)

Chapter 29

The day's felt like they were stringed together. All the days of planning for battles made Ashara want to run back to Winterfell to Jany and her family. Live a simple life, with no worries.

But, she knew she has a responsibility, to the realm, to her people, to Jany and Jon.

The time had come for Ashara's first battle. She was heading south with 2,500 men to attack a camp by the river. If she won, the north would have most of the river firm in their grasp. Dany had chosen to stay at the main camp with the majority of the army and her dragons.

Robb had convinced Ashara to bring Dand along for the battle. Jon hated Dand with a burning passion, but he couldn't be with her for this battle, since he was scouting east. Dand would protect Ashara with his life, he was a loyal, brave man. Jon knew this, but he did not want him anywhere near Ashara.

The clatter of armor and whinnies of horses first thing in the morning as the men rush for last second preparations.

The blacksmith and armorer had made Ashara her own armor, a gift of prosperity. The armor's design was simple, a bronze colour, with a serpent on the chest plate. And clamps for a cloak if she would ever need one. Ashara had also convinced the armour to put the direwolf of the Starks on her left shoulder as luck and a reminder of her family.

Oscar handed Ashara her sword and bow, with a full pack of arrows. She grabbed them and put the bow and arrow pack across her body and tied the sword around her waist. Ashara breathes in the fresh morning air, fresh with a mix of pine.

Men were hustiling and running carring swords and other supplies and shouting at each other being as quick as they could.

Oscar handed her her helmet, a simple knights helmet. Ashara held it in her hands looking at her face in the helmet. Her hair was tied back and her cheeks were a tinited red colour. She look slightly tired but more awake. Ashara was about to put it on when she heard a shout.

"Ashara wait," it was Jon running towards her with Loiloa on his heels carrying a bucket, weaving through the hustling soilders.

He huffed as he reached Horas and set a hand on his neck as Jon caught his breath.

"What, what's wrong," Ashara asked worried looking down at him.

"It's Dand," Jon breathed, "He's escaped."

Ashara felt her hands clench and her teeth gritt.

"That's not all," Loiloa spoke up, "Kuhkuri wanted to speak to you, he said it was of high urgency." She held the bucket up to her.

Ashara held the bucket to her chest as Kuhkuri swam to the surface.

"My child, I tell you now, I am my strongest and now you may bring me into battle," Kuhkuri spoke making Ashara smile, "I will not need to regain my strength for some time now."

This was a huge advantage to the rebellion, and Westeros has no idea.

Kuhkuri hopped out of the bucket and rested on her left shoulder, and Ashara handed the bucket back to her mother.

Ashara felt a sweaty hand on her own, she looked down and saw Jon looking up at her with worry in his eyes.

"Jon, don't worry yourself, I have Oscar and Dommeric, two of the best soilders I know. And I know how to defend myself," she smiled slightly to get him to smile aswell, to no prevail.

"I don't want you to die," he mutters looking at his boots.

 Ashara touches his cheek lightly to find it frozen cold. Tacing her  fingers along his cheek bone feeling him shiver.

"Jon, please, if I am to to die and join the Gods, Jany will be my successor. And if I join the Gods I will demand them not to let me join the after life with out you."

Jon sighed, frustrated and looked up at Ashara, the morning sun on her face. She leaned down and kissed him, his chapped lips moving with hers.

Ashara felt like they were saying goodbye in that kiss, and when they broke apart Ashara felt a pang inside her.

"I will come back, I promise, and we will be a family," she said softly.

"I'd like that," Jon smiled,"I love you."

"I love you."

Jon couldn't take it he turned on his heel and walked back to the tent, leaving Ashara and Loiola. He wanted to beg Ashara to run away with him, no more worries just the two of them and Jany. If only, he thought to himself.

Ashara was left there with Loiola.

"I wish you luck," Loiola stared paused then started again,"You better come back, Jon will be lost without you." With that Loiola left in the opposite direction as Jon.

"Wow, tough start to the day," a voice came from behind her. Ashara turned her body to see Dany with walking up to her.

"You have no idea," Ashara sighed looking at her hands then back up at Dany who was now beside Horas.

"I wanted to wish you luck aswell, and to say when you get back we are going to talk some more. It was nice to have another to talk to that knows some of what I have gone through," Dany chuckled.

"Farwell, my friend," Ashara spoke flipping the helmet in her hands.

"To you as well my friend."

Ashara was at the front of the main camp with her men all ready behind her, she looked forward at the forest that lay between the fort and their camp. She turned Horas toward her men.

"Men," she shouted and they all quieted, "Many of you follow me with your lives, I want you to know you are not just fighting for me or the rebellion. You are fighting for Westeros and for Ariies, for familes, unborn children so that they may live freely." Many of the men shouted. "I can honestly tell you some good men are going to perish today for our cause. But, those good men will inspire great men, and their sacrifice will never be forgotten." Ashara placed her helmet on her hed and held her sword high in the air.

Then suddenly the men cheered and the walk began to Ashara's first battle.