Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 15

<Same day, Training Area, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Arya clashed wooden blades with her dancing master, the girl keeping up with the First Sword of Braavos as he instructed, "Yah! Left high, left low."

<Same time, Courtyard, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Meanwhile elsewhere, the Stark household guard that remained within the Tower of the Hand were fighting a losing battle against the Lannister forces, being slaughtered by the Gold Cloaks that they had believed as their allies whilst Lord Stark's household guard were wholly slaughtered.

<Same time, Training Area, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

"Right low, lunge right." Syrio instructed the youngest Stark girl as the Stark household was busy gathering their items to return to the North.

<Same time, Courtyard, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

"If you break anything, the septa will have my head." Vaylon Poole, former Castellan of Winterfell, warned the workers just before Lannister soldiers charged at them and began slaughtering them all without conscience nor mercy.

They were paid to be killers. 

The farmers were all still in the Westerlands. 

These were only the mercenaries that would die if Tywin Lannister told them to die.

<Same time, Outdoor Corridor, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Walking down one corridor was Sansa Stark with her septa beside her, the old woman complaining about Arya as always.

"Your sister knew perfectly well we were to leave today. How she could forget..." The old woman complained. 

"She didn't forget. She's with her dancing master. She's with him every morning. She always comes back with scrapes and bruises. She's so clumsy." Sansa complained about her own sister somewhat rudely before her septa stopped her quickly, "Hush!" The old woman whispered.

The young woman and the old one heard the sounds of sword and slaughter, along with dying screams of men before the septa ordered, "Go back to your room. Bar the doors and do not open them for anyone you do not know." The septa ordered... although those orders would fall through the roof quite quickly.

"What is it? What's happening?" Sansa asked adamantly with slight fear. 

"Do as I told you. Run!" Septa Mordane urged as the older Stark girl took of running for her quarters whilst her septa stayed behind, hearing the noise of soldiers moving towards her as she walked forth slowly.

As Sansa disappeared around the corridor, Septa Mordane found Lannister soldiers barring the way that they had been going for, their blades bared and bloodied as the shocked and frightened septa kept moving onwards bravely... but foolishly.

<Same time, Training Area, Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Syrio and Arya clashed back and forth, unaware of the purge going all around them as Arya focused solely on becoming a better swordswoman. 

"Left, right. Rah! Now you are dead." Syrio said calmly as he disarmed Arya and held the hilt of the wooden sword as her throat.

"You said right, but you went left." Arya stated, confused as to why her dancing master lied to her whilst teaching her.