Of Lions and Wolves

Battle

Trenion

It was glorious and it was terrible. And at first it was miraculous. The city had risen to face the foreign challenger with stubbornness only the people of King's Landing could possess.
Trenion had been assigned to protect the queen at all costs but the queen had insisted on riding into the thickest fighting, rallying the troops around her like a golden haired warrior goddess.

This annoyed Trenion, because she wasn't a warrior, she barely even knew how we . Trenion's job was to protect her and right now she was making it incredibly difficult. He had tried to talk her out of it , but she had laughed carelessly, almost hiding the fear in her eyes, and clutched the golden sword in her hand.
And so now he was standing in a swarm of northern men, matching blow for blow and sword for sword. He had cut down one, two, three, ten? He couldn't remember, all you remember was the moment the enemy breached the walls he had lost sight of the queen. Now all he saw, all there was was red. Red and gold Lannisters fight bravely, fighting noblily. Red of Northmen and red of Dothraki and red of Lannisters, all the same now, flowing down the stones, seeping into the golden dirt.
Another barbarian came rushing towards him, a quick parry, a thrust and his attacker was dead, a crimson ribbon unraveling from his middle. Now he could see See Jaime fighting like ten whole men, when he really was only half of one. The queen might be near him. So slowly, Trenion struggled through the mass of belligerent warriors and soon stood next to the Kingslayer.
"Where-"
Jaimie stabbed his sword through a man's neck.
"is the-"
Trenion's sword slashed down across a Dothraki's unprotected chest.
"queen?", Jaimie finished, yelling over the noise of steel and steel dancing together.
Trenion didn't answer he just shook his head, and Jaime's face went slack, then hard with anger. Trenion was sure that if they hadn't been standing in the middle of a thousand people wanting to murder them, Jaime would have rammed a dagger into his gut, but for now he only turning toward a near demolished shop and lept up the stairwell with frightening speed. Trenion followed after, backward watching for attacks, his sword  pummel sticky in blood that was not his own.
Jaime stood at the desicrated wall into the mass of men, searching for his daughter, for his queen. There, twenty feet from the shop door, somehow still astride a white stead, hacking at the bodies below her wildly. Trenion sighed with relif and turned  towards the stairs but Jaime didn'tn't think, he lept from the rubble and ducked into a role when his feet met stone. Trenion sighed again, this time in frustration, like father like daughter he supposed. Reckless.
All this he thought as he barreled back into the fray, staying close to Jaime, cutting down boy and men alike. Myrcella was just in his sights, astride her mare, when suddenly she dropped from his vision.
"No!", His anxious voice called into the battle. Get to her, get to her, he screamed to himself, fighting desperately.
The wall men began to crumble , either dead or rushing deeper into the city. There was no doubt in his mind that the city would fall, maybe had already fallen, but that didn't mean anything.

Only Myrcella did.

He could see her clearly now, she was several feet from her dead horse, kneeling near a corpse, her helment gone, hair flying around her, pulling something from the body's back. So cosumed by what she was doing, she failed to see the man about to crush her elogent scull. Unhesitantly, Trenion grabbed an abandoned spear and sent it flying into the man's heart. A second later Myrcella stood and aimed what he now saw as a bow to her left. Trenion followed her gaze to two men fighting gracfully, more like dancing, a few yards away. Ser Jaimie and another man with auburn hair, the sigal of a wolf in his armor.

For a second, Trenion was entranced, for it was truly beautiful, two masters fighting for life.
In the next second, Trenion realized that Jaime was loosing, his movements were slower and his technique sloppy.
And in the third second, Myrcella loosed her arrow, the point of it embedding itself into the red haired man's shoulder. The man growled with pain, his sword flying from his hand.
What happened next was fast and slow at the same time. Trenion began running towards Myrcella, but she had already​ sprinted to her father, Jaime's eyes searched for his savior and too late he sees Myrcella running towards him. But before anyone can stop it, the strange man, the enemy, has caught Myrcella by her waist and pressed a dagger to her throat.

Everything is still.

The violent clashes fade into the background and there is only the five of them, waiting.
"Don't", Jaime begins, reaching his arm towards Myrcella,"please don't."
And his voice is low and husky with fear and grief.
The man scoffs, "The Kingslayer cares for this girl? A favorite of yours is she?"
Myrcella squirms underneath the blade, and Trenion gripps his pommel tighter in anger.
Jaimie says nothing, only stares into the man's eyes boldly. The man's eyes light with an idea and Trenion prepares to rush forward.
"Surrender the city, and she lives."
Jaimie sucks.in a breath and almost laughs.
" I can't surrender the city, boy," his voice mocking, turning g his sword over with his hand, contemplating his options. "But if you kill her, I will cut you down, and kill whatever is left of your pathetic family."
Anger lights in the man's eyes and he snarls back at Ser Jaime,
"We will take the Red Keep within the hour, Kings Landing is  ours, Kingslayer, surrender."
"I can't, I have not been given permission," Jaime's voice had lost its usual contempt, now he was desperate.
"Only the queen can surrender the city," Trenion interjected. The man looked towards Trenion as if only just seeing that he was there.
"Where is the queen?"
Jaimie and Trenion were silent.
"Tell me where the queen is, our I'll cut this girl's throat!", The man screamed into the hot southern air.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, clear and sweet as a bell.
"I surrender," Myrcella spoke, " Now take me to the Targaryen."