Endure

The Murderer

The Onion Knight didn't sleep that night. He hadn't slept properly since Jon's murder.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.

Her red hair, hiding her piercing blue eyes as she drove her knife into his King's chest.

Jon reached for Longclaw after she pulled out the knife. She laughed hysterically at him.

"This is such a tragic end.You save the world from a horrible fate only to be murdered, when you should be watching your daughter grow up." She cackled. Jon stiffened at the mention of Lyanna. He fixed his glare upon the vile woman.

"You won't touch her." He whispered threateningly. She kneeled beside him, a smug smile etched on her face.

"My sweet King, I do as I please. It doesn't please me to have Lyanna Targaryen in the way of my throne." She growled as got back to her feet. The trail of the long black dress dragged behind her as she walked around the room.

Jon and Ser Davos' eyes darted to underneath the King's sized bed. Lyanna stared back at her father in horror.

Jon met Davos' gaze and nodded to him.

Jon's hand was pressed against his wound, he was trying to stay alive as long as possible.

"You won't win." Jon said firmly. She whirled around to face him.

"Why? Because of what I'm doing? Do you really think people will care when they're living in a world I built?" She demanded.

"You lack love and loyalty. The people will never follow you." Jon said defiantly as he pushed himself onto his elbows.
Davos realized that Jon was buying time. His heart swelled if he didn't get Jon to a maester...

"Your merely stalling so your men can escort Lyanna to safety." She let out a bark of laughter as she pointed the blood stained knife at his king.

"She's five... She's... she's my daughter." Jon whispered on the edge of begging.

"But that's just the problem.. she's not mine." The woman seethed. Her head whipped around to face Ser Davos, her personal guards glaring down at him.

"Your king will die, your princess will die and you will die." She said as a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"We all die sometime.. and by all the gods I hope yours is slow." Davos snapped. Her guards swung their swords backwards to brace themselves for the killing blow.

She held up at hand stopping them as she gazed down at Ser Davos.

"Leave him, what's one old man?" She said mockingly. Her guards removed their swords. And followed their Queen from the Kings chamber.

"Don't worry my King, little Lyanna's death will be quick." She called as she swiftly left them alone.

They heard her footsteps echoing in the hall below, then and only then did the little princess crawl out from under her father's bed. She ran to him, tears streaming down her face. She threw herself into her Father's arms.

As if that would save them both..

Ser Davos blinked back tears as he got to his feet. Jon smiled faintly at his daughter before whispering words he couldn't hear. Lyanna nodded as her father wiped her tears away.

"We need to get you to a maester now." Ser Davos said as he reached for his King's hand. Jon took it and clutched it tightly, but remained on the floor.

"You've been a good friend to me." Jon said softly. Davos clenched his jaw.

"Don't you do that, don't you dare say goodbye. You're not giving up." The onion knight protested.

"I'm afraid I'm not getting a choice in the matter." Jon said as he peered down at his gruesome injury.

"We're getting help." Davos said firmly. Jon shook his head, his face becoming paler and more sickly by the second. Blood poured rapidly from his wound as he looked his friend in the eye.

"I don't have enough time. B-but you do. Please, please protect her. Take care of my Lya. Promise me." Jon tightened his grip around Davos' hand, pleading with him. Silent tears streamed down both their faces.

"I'll look after her. I'll love her as if she was my own. I- I promise." Davos choked.

Jon smiled, he leaned over to Lyanna and kissed her forehead before gently placing his head on the cold floor.

And just like that his King was dead..
And with him a part of Ser Davos.