The Northern Dragon

CH 7: ZALDRIZES BUZDARI IKSOS DAOR

The Northerners and Southerners fought against one another fiercely, but the Lannister men were easily overpowering the rest, killing every Northerner they placed their eyes on.

The Red Keep was filled with cries and blood as its halls became even redder.

Lannister men accompanied by the Kingsguard divided into two groups and went in search of the Stark girls as they ran around the castle in fear for their lives.

From the throne room, two Lannister men dragged Rhaenys away from the bloodshed, the former princess struggling in vain, "Let go of me! Let me go!"

"Shut your mouth!" growled one of them and they threw her into her chambers, locking the door behind her.

Rhaenys sprinted back, but it was too late. Her fists clashed against the wood, her cries echoing in the halls as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Let me out of here!"

They had taken her away in the opposite way that Eddard had and she didn't even know if the man was still alive or what had happened to Sansa and Arya.

Everyone else was probably dead by now.

Cersei would have no use for them. The Starks could be used as hostages against the North and that was the only hope she had of them staying safe.

But the tears still fell because she had lost one family already and she did not want to lose another.

Not like this.

Not at the Lannisters' hands again.

Not in this damned castle for that damned iron chair again.

All energy left her body and Rhaenys fell weakly against the door with the tears rolling down her cheeks, "I wish we had never left Winterfell... Jon..."

The Sisters of the Baelor surrounded Robert Baratheon in his deathbed as they prepared to take him to the Sept. And even with all his former glory, the room was empty save for the Sisters and Ron.

Anyone who held any sort of care for him was either too dead or far away to be there.

The third Baratheon leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he bit his lip to hold in the tears.

Even if he planned to betray his brother, Ron never expected to kill him. Joffrey maybe, since he was a bloody beast that cared for no one and found pleasure in other's suffering.

The four Baratheons might not have been as close as siblings should. Like the Starks or the Tyrells. Or even Rhaenys who still loved the brother she had never met.

No, the four of them were never close in any way. But they were still brothers and losing him like this. That wasn't what he wanted.

Suddenly, the stag straightened up as he heard the noise of swords clanking and screams. Just as he went to the door with a hand hovering over the hilt of his sword, Lannister men barged in with their weapons drawn.

"Ron Baratheon, the Queen wants to see you." said one of them as he stepped in front of the others.

Not letting his guard down and narrowing his clear blue orbs at them, the brunette spat, "And why would she send soldiers to get me? And in such a rude way, too."

Growling at him, the same soldier stepped closer, "Just come with us easily."

"Move."

They all turned around at the sharp voice, the Lannister soldiers bowing down at the sight of the youngest son of Tywin Lannister, "My Lord."