WIN OR DIE || Game of Thrones

Blackwater

I never was the best of fighters but if mother thinks I am going to cower inside with the women and children then she can think again.

"How do I look?" I asked my handmaiden once I was all kitted up.

"Like a warrior your grace" she answered.

"Good" I grabbed my wine skin and walked to the throne room. By the time I arrived Tyrion and Bronn were already there.

"You took your time," Tyrion said dryly. I got him to promise to wait for me earlier and because I am *obviously* his favourite niece/nephew he complied.

"As always, my dear uncle. You are going into battle with just an axe?" I asked him, eyeing the small axe in his hand.

"I've seen him kill a man with a shield, he'll be unstoppable win an axe" Bronn said, looping his thumbs through his belt in that audacious manner he wears so commonly. The bells ring loud through the walls. It was time to make our way to the battlements.

Tyrion and I stood at the edge of the wall with Joffrey behind us. Bronn went off to get ready for the signal just as Stannis' fleet began to emerge from the thick fog.

"There they are" Joffrey exclaimed and pointed like the idiot he was.

"Wow, thank you for pointing in the direction of where they are. Your kingly eyes are so much better than mine" I told him.

"Archers to their marks," Tyrion said. Stannis' drums were much more lively than the bells of Kings Landing. Even just standing there you could feel the night come alive to the dance of death.

"ARCHERS TO YOUR MARKS" he yells. "NOCK YOUR ARROWS"

"Hold fast" Tyrion continued.

"HOLD FAST" the man echoed.

"What are you doing we need to attack them!" Joffrey whined like a piglet, his face getting all scrunched up.

"Hold fast" Tyrion replied sternly.

"There's only one ship. Where are the rest of them? WHERE ARE THE REST OF THEM? where's our fleet?" Joffrey demanded. Sweet summer child, if he had come to our planning meeting he would know.

"Away."

"Well why isn't it here now? They're coming. Hound, tell the hand that his king has asked him a question." Gods he was thick.

"The king has asked you a question" Sandor deadpanned. He was so done with Joffrey's bullshit.

"Lancel, tell the hound to tell the king that the hand is extremely busy" Tyrion said to Lancel.

"The hand of the king told me to tell you that..."

"If I tell the Hound to cut you in half he'll do I without a second thought."

"That would make me the 'Quarter Man'; just doesn't have the same ring to it. Cut me in half and we won't be able to give the signal. No signal, no plan. No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the Iron Throne, puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere. It might be quite amusing, except my head would be up there too! I've never much liked my head, but I don't want to see it removed just yet." I couldn't stop a smile from emerging at Tyrion's response, much to Joffrey's annoyance.

"What are you doing here Morgana? Shouldn't you be in Maegors holdfast?"

"No thank you."

The head pyromancer shuffled up to Tyrion and handed him a flaming torch. Tyrion then handed it to me. Why? Because I'm his favourite niece/nephew and I made him promise to let be drop it.