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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As she continued to fight the Army of the Dead, Annalys could tell that she wasn't at her full potential. For more reasons than one. Of course, there was the fact that she wasn't fully sober when the horn blared and signaled for the start of the Great War. And as much as she wanted to sleep after drinking herself half to death, she couldn't. Then, of course, there was the fact that blood was seeping through her clothes and dripping down her skin from the wounds on her forearms and thighs.
Seeing the dragons flying around, lighting thousands of wights on fire at once, it gave Annalys a bit of hope. That was what kept her going; The fact that because of Daenerys, the North had a chance of beating their foe before it was too late. Her presence slightly made up for Annalys' fuck up.
Annalys glanced around, watching as the men in her armies became smaller and smaller in number. The Army of the Dead now outnumbered them more than they ever had before. A wight came at her. As it tried to attack her, she screamed out in rage, stabbing it in its stomach before pushing it to the ground.
Annalys turned when the wind started to pick up and snow began to fall from the sky as if a blizzard was happening, just like it had to blow out the fire in the trench. She knew what that meant. The Night King was close.
"Bloody fucking hells," She muttered under her breath, looking up at the sky for a moment before continuing to fight.
Annalys continued to look around as she fought. She knew some of the men wouldn't be able to fight through the wind and snowfall, especially the men Daenerys brought with her from Essos. They weren't used to the snow, let alone the cold. Drogon continued to set fire to the wights, but Annalys found Rhaegal nowhere in sight, which meant Jon wasn't there as well.
A wight lunged toward her, causing Annalys to fall into a kneeling position as she slashed him across the legs. The creature fell and Annalys whipped herself around within seconds, allowing herself to kill another coming toward her. She winced as she rose back up to her feet, clearly feeling the painful sensation on the back of her thighs. She was able to endure the wounds on the back of her forearms at ease, but her thighs were much worse. They were bleeding far more than any other wound she had at that moment and the pain made it harder to move around as much as she usually did.
Yet another wight came toward her and Annalys elbowed it in the face before stabbing it in the stomach. Once it fell to the ground, one more came at her. She growled out, grabbing him by the shoulder before it could reach her. She stabbed it in the chest, allowing it to drop to the ground, dead. More came toward her and she killed them, not letting herself be caught off guard like the last time.
Just then, Jaime, who was near Annalys, had two wights jump on him. He was able to kill one, but struggled killing the other one. Annalys rushed over, pulling the creature off her father before killing it. Jaime panted for breath, giving Annalys a thankful look. She simply nodded, just before she continued on battling for her life.
