Aniza the Fierce ~ Game of Thrones

Prologue

Fire
Fire and ash was all that could be seen from miles away. She turned slowly watching innocents struggle to breathe through the thick and poisonous air but many had failed.
But she didn't- she didn't know why but she knew that there was something special about her.

Her bloodied face may have not shown it but she knew that she was more than a title, more than a house, more than a mistress.

Soft cries could be heard from her as she crouched to the ground to touch the pale face of whom she once loved. His hair now matted to his face, shivering and moving her hand away from his cold, emotionless and still facade she would pull his body out from under all the debris. Her head would then be rested on top of his chest which no longer moved whenever she did so.

No heartbeat, what once smelled like fresh pines and a sweetest wine of Dorne would now smell like sweat, blood and ash. An ear piercing scream left her mouth as she cried in agony knowing she had nobody left.

She was once known to never care for those who came into her life so suddenly but she couldn't keep her guard up with him. He knew that somehow some way he was going to find a way in and he did, but death took its toll too soon...

She took his toll too soon.

Sadness was soon replaced with rage as she gripped her bloody and bruised hand around the necklace he had given her. The tan skin would soon turn white due to the force she used, with every breath she took was shaky and uneven as she tried to regain her composure- but she couldn't.

Her tears, warm and salty fell one by one leaving a trail of the rich tan cheeks that were once colored grey by the ash. Her mind was spiraling between keeping her composure and seeking revenge for the one who caused it- And she knew exactly who it was.

Her hand reached for his belt as she unbuckled it the golden sword case along with the belt felt heavy, but she could manage with it. She knew how to make it work, throwing the belt over her shoulder she held the sword and its holder with her left hand as she stood up slowly. Knowing she was going to leave her love. . . buried under debris where nobody was to ever find him.

She knew it'll take years to clear out the room from all the heavy rocks and it'll give his body time to decompose. The cold stare would glare through the rest of the room finally seeing the dust settle from the building on top of them collapsing, she knew she couldn't stay long before she would join him.

'What do we say to the God of Death?' A very familiar voice of Syrio would say in her head and she would clench her fists before turning on her heels and moving towards the steps leaving the cave. She knew the answer and she knew what she'd have to do in order to move on. Inhaling in an unsure manner the female would finally vocalize the response to the question.

"Not today."