~*~ "I'm No Ser" ~*~

~*~ Five ~*~

~*~ Months Later ~*~

After finally settling into King's Landing, everything seemed okay. That was until King Robert Baratheon had fallen, he had a tragic hunting accident leaving my father to advise the little Twat that was Joffrey Baratheon. Days didn't go by where my father would come into my room trying to see advice on how he should handle a boy king. By anyone's right mind many knew Joffrey was crazy, hungry for torment and violence. This was all true I knew that now since the only person to protect my father was now gone, he was surrounded by lions...we all were. Sansa still madly in love for the twisted brat. I went down to the throne room for a moment to see my father being betrayed by the men he trusted. I went wide eyed and remained unseen. The room went quiet after dozens of men slaughtered, I saw Lord Baelish with a dagger to my father's threat "I did warn you not to trust me" echoed about the room and I stepped forward a bit more, The Hound locked his gaze with me, not saying anything. Varys saw me and went a bit wide eyed, I covered my mouth and ran back to my room as quietly as possible. I went to my room and cried knowing my father was taken prisoner by the Lannister's and betrayed by people who said he could trust. Moment later a knock at my door "My lady...it's me, Lord Varys...a word if I may?" He asked softly and I opened the door slowly. "Come in.." I hesitated. Varys walked in and closed the door to my room. "I know what you saw...you must be very confused and concerned" he said and I nodded softly. "The Lannister's are the type of people you need to have your wits about you the whole time." He educated me "your father tried to expose the family therefore they reacted, after king Robert there was no protecting your father my dear" he said softly. I looked away and hid my tears as much as possible. "What will happen to him" I asked quietly, I knew the answer wasn't going to be good. I knew the small window of light had been closed off for any sense of justice. Joffrey was a mad king indeed, Varys looked at me almost apologetically "Your father may be accused of treason, that being punished by death" he said. I choked a bit, my hands began to burn and shake. "Lord Varys...please find my father, help him. Until then, I wish no one to enter my room" I said and as he left I broke down and my hands began to burn and I was shaking. This was not what I wanted....

*Judgement Day*
Today was the day, my father tried of treason wished to confess and now Cersei, Joffrey, Sansa, myself, and The Hound. Stood outside waiting for my father to be brought out in chains. I look out amongst the crowd, I had never seen people so angry I looked around and saw a person sitting on the statue, my little sister arya watching from a distance. Perhaps this was a way she could escape. As my father came out in chains I saw how worn down and tired he looked, he limped onto the platform and was forced to the ground. My heart was pounding and I felt like there was nothing I could do, I wanted to hug him and I couldn't. My hands have been burning for the past few weeks, my anxiety caused my sleep to be more restless and aggressive. I didn't like this one bit. The crowd went silent to hear my father speak "I wish to confess my treason. I betrayed my king, and the trust of my friend Robert Baratheon, before his blood ran cold I plotted to murder his son and seize the thrown for myself. Let the High Sept and Baelor the Blessed bare witness to what I say Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the iron throne, protector of the realm and the seven kingdoms." He finished his statement, the crowd roared still. Maester Pycelle approached my father and hushed the crowd once more. "As we sin, there is punishment. This man has confessed his crimes in front of gods and men. The gods are just, but Baelor had taught us they can be merciful. What shall we do with this traitor your grace?" The crowd roared and yelled profanity again. My father clearly miserable and hung his head low. I have never seen him so broken. Lying in front of a crowd for a false crime. Joffrey hushed the crowd by lifting his hand and I wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face. To be perfectly honest I just wanted to slap his face anyway, maybe not with my hand but perhaps a fish or maybe a bag of pig shit. I rolled my eyes as he began to speak "My mother wishes me to send Lord Eddard to the Knights watch, stripped of all titles and to live out his days serving the realm. My lady Sansa begged mercy for her father, and her sister Athena bent the knee for her father's mercy. Begging me for mercy on his life. But they are the soft hearts of women...Ser Illan, BRING ME HIS HEAD!" He yelled and I screamed. "NO YOU CANT DO THIS, YOU GAVE YOUR WORD. YOU MURDEROUS PIG!" One of the Knights held Sansa back, screaming and wailing but nearly as loud as I was. I saw my father look to Joffrey and before the Knights could grab me I ran down the platform and towards my father. I wanted to hug him, I wanted to beg for mercy. My tracks were stopped when two large arms engulfed me into a tight grip. Barely one to be broken out of. I began to kick and scream as loud as I could, you would think I was being murdered slowly for how they sounded. "MERCY! YOUR GRACE I PLEAD MERCY! LET HIM GO!!!!!" I cried and screamed. I kept hitting and kicking the man who held me, I knew who it was due to the stubbornness and not letting me go. I saw the sword to take the life of my father, sharp and meant to keep distance from the executioner and the one to die. "NO! DON'T DO IT! I SWEAR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF IF YOU SWING THAT!" I kicked harder and screamed more. The crowd yelling and waiting for it to happen. I cried harder as the tears burned down my face. The sword drawing back. "FATHER!!!!!" I screamed and moment later silence, I couldn't hear the crowd, I couldn't hear anyone else. It's like I could hear the sword cleanly going through my father's neck. I don't know how hard or loud I was screaming at this point or crying. I kept flailing for freedom but it wasn't going to happen. I knew I couldn't do anything now...it was too late.

*The Hound's POV*
Watching the Stark girl screaming for her father's mercy, begging me to let her go. It was surely unbearable to watch, women have screamed infront of me before but not like her. She screamed as if she was being slowly tortured, maybe even murdered herself. The scream was deafening, I never realized how strong she was herself until this very moment. As the sword swung and cut off her Daddy's head I never heard something so agonizing, something so blood curdling and physically heartbreaking. Varys had advised me to take her back to her room, so I did. The younger Stark girl had fainted at the sight of her father's death, watching a girl lose her father was probably the most cruel thing to see, especially for something so false. The Lannister's weren't kind people and everyone knew this, but what they didn't know what that little c*nt of a king was the worst of them. As I carried the screaming Stark girl to her room I could tell her body was starting to go limp from exhaustion, I picked her up in a more bridal style fashion. She clung to me as if she were a lost pup, I remained stiff and just carried her so it was easier on her body. I could hear her crying her eyes out against my armor, I've never seen such a scene. Athena was a woman who clearly had been very bold and very passionate about everything, the last time I saw her cry was the knight I rode down the butchers boy, and slaughtered him like a chicken. She called me brute. She wasn't wrong that was for sure but I had never seen so much pain in one person. I knew this would rip at her from the inside/out for days to come. As I opened the door to her room I laid her onto her bed and she buried her face into the pillows crying harder. I looked at the broken soul for a moment more before walking out. I knew she'd probably be like this for days perhaps. I left her there and walked away. Her handmaids coming to the room as I continued down the hall.

*Athena's POV*

After The Hound had left I got up and loosened the corset that was tied to my body. I was already exhausted but I wasn't done being mad. I picked up a vase and threw it across the room, yelling and still having hot tears pour down my face. I broke several of the mirrors in my room and grabbed another vase, my hands already bloodied from destroying the mirrors. I launched it across the room, glass bounced back a bit and cut one of my cheeks. the pain was minimal compared to what I felt right now. I saw the wine and took a swig of it before launching that across the room too. I slowly knelt onto the ground and hit the stone floor. I hit the floor over and over again until I saw blood. I laid on the floor still sobbing, my hands throbbing from the traumas I put it through. My handmaidens came in and tried to get close to me, I looked at them "get out."I said softly. "My lady we need to..." I stopped them "GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! I DONT WANT ANYONE HERE! I DONT WANT TO BE HERE! I DONT WISH TO SEE ANYONE! UNTIL THE SUN RISES IN THE SOUTH AND SETS IN THE NORTH I DONT WANT ANYONE HERE! LET ME ROT AWAY! LET ME SUFFER ALONE!" I screamed and they rushed out. I ended up laying on the floor and finally passed out from pure exhaustion, surrounded by glass, blood, and nightmares to cover me like a black cloak.