Nothing Without Sacrifice {Game of Thrones} - Season 1

Fire and Blood - Episode 10 - Kiara/Kienna

Hello again!

I am sorry its been a while since the last update, but I have been dealing with finals! :( The only good thing is that I did very good on all of them and had some pretty decent grades this semester!

Anyways, I still can't believe Lord Stark is dead! I hated writing it so much, but its such a huge turning point in the story! I'm glad that I seemed to please those of you who have watched the show and are reading my book!

Well, I'll shut up now and get to the final update of the season!!!! Remember to vote, comment, follow, and enjoy! :D

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Kiara

I still clutched tightly onto Joffrey's hand. The screams and cheers of the people were almost deafening. The Hound stepped forward to raise the decapitated head up for the crowd. The blood from the great broad sword dripped slowly onto the ground and several men were beginning to drag Lord Stark's body away.

I was suddenly pushed forward by a great force and when I looked back I realized Sansa Stark had fainted. The sight of the fallen girl brought a sick smile to my face. 

The Queen was still chiding Joffrey, but he would not hear her. It was almost as though the screams of his people were empowering him. I slowly pulled my hand away from his. I didn't want to get in the way of Joffrey's joy. I could tell this moment had changed him, and I didn't want to be the cause of ending his rush.

I stepped back next to the Queen and smiled to myself.

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Kienna

There is nothing quite like the feeling of death. It's a numb feeling that chills every bone in your body. It leaves you feeling powerless and weak and makes you wonder what else you could have done. 

I wandered through the camp aimlessly. The men all bowed to me out of respect and I wondered vaguely why they would bow to me. I wasn't a child of Lord Stark; at least not by blood.

I knew who I was looking for, but I didn't dare ask anyone. 

I finally found myself at the edge of camp, looking into group of trees. The sun was rising over the hill and I found myself drawn to its warmth, anxious to get rid of the cold feeling.

I started up the icy hill. Even in my furred boots, my toes were ice cold. I kept my eyes on the horizon.

I hadn't cried yet. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I hadn't. It wasn't that I felt nothing for Lord Stark. I felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest, but no matter what I thought of I I couldn't cry. It was a terrible feeling.

As I reached the top of the hill I began to hear people talking. I started to walk towards the noise, wondering who else was out here.

I came upon Robb and Lady Stark. She was holding him, and I could hear his soft cries. It broke my heart to hear him.

I considered leaving them together. They deserved this time to mourn. However, before I could walk away Robb spotted me.

"Kienna," He called and stepped away from his mother. I could tell he was trying to make it look like he hadn't been crying. My heart skipped a beat, it was the first time I had ever seen him cry. I knew what he was going through and didn't expect him to be strong enough not to cry. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get away," I responded quietly. "I'm so sorry." I noticed Lady Stark beginning to edge away.

"Robb," She looked at her eldest son. "We can talk after you're done here." She then wiped her own face and headed back towards the camp.