In which Annalys Baratheon is arranged to marry Robb Stark and when her 'father' dies, she is forced to side with the North in the Five War of the Kings to save herself from being killed by her psychotic younger brother. What she didn't know was tha...
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At the gates of Winterfell, Jon and Daenerys were about to walk into the courtyard when they heard the familiar sound of Jaime Lannister shouting. They turned around, only to find Jaime rushing out of the forest, carrying Annalys' limp body in his arms.
"Is that--" Daenerys asked, her eyes widening in horror.
"Annalys!" Jon cut her off worriedly, rushing over to where Jaime carried Annalys' lifeless body.
Numerous other people heard Jon and Daenerys shouting Annalys' name, leading to them becoming concerned as to why they were doing so. Did something happen to her? Was she the one who saved them all from dying?
Melisandre exited Winterfell, immediately noticing Jaime carrying Annalys' limp body through the gates of Winterfell with Jon and Daenerys standing alongside him. All three of them were teary-eyed, distraught over the fact that there was a chance they had lost Annalys if she still wasn't breathing. Annalys was, in fact, not breathing and Melisandre knew it was time. It was time to fulfill the next part of the prophecy. It was time for Annalys to be reborn, just as the prophecy foretold.
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In the dining hall of Winterfell, Jaime rushed in carrying Annalys in his arms with the people closest to her following close behind. The Maester stood with them alongside Sansa. She had forced everyone to pause in burning their dead. Reviving Annalys was far too important. She was the reason they were all alive, was burning their dead truly more important than making sure she didn't die?
"Clear the table," The Maester ordered and both Jon and Tormund wasted no time sweeping off everything that was on the table on the ground.
Jaime gently placed Annalys flat on the table before taking a step back so that the Maester could examine her injuries. Jaime turned to Tyrion, panting for breath. They exchanged a nervous look, worried that they were going to lose Annalys that night.
Jaime tried his hardest to not think like that. After everything, was he just going to lose Annalys? He couldn't. He wouldn't able to live with himself if Annalys died. He began to think about the prophecy Cersei was always talking about.
"The witch promised me four children. She told me three would die."
If that was true, what the hell was going on at that moment? Annalys had many near-death experiences, but none quite like the one at the moment. Jaime stared down at his daughter, a deeply worried look on his face. What is she didn't wake up? What if she was truly dead?
