ORYS
They filled the entire room and stood just behind Orys who stood, crossbow on the ready.
"We.....we can work this out", Morys said, gulping.
"I want to ask you a question. Was House Whysmouth not loyal to House Baratheon?"
"It.....it w...was", he said, confused.
"And you betrayed your king. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't bolt you right now", Orys said, enjoying the look of terror on his face.
Suddenly, they both heard movement on the stairs above them. Orys suddenly looked up, crossbow still pointed at his prisoner, expecting another soldier.
"J....just a ra...rat", Morys said, still sweating.
"Who killed Gendry Baratheon?" He asked, settling his icy-blue eyes on him again.
"I have no idea", he said, his legs shaking.
"LIAR!!!!" Orys roared and bolted the wall beside Morys, missing him by a few inches.
"It was me!" He said, his pants wet.
"Oh......" Orys said, arranging another bolt. "Gendry Baratheon.......was my father".
Morys' face contorted in pure shock.
"Forgi-" he started. His words never came out.
There was no chance.
The furious stag shot a bolt right into his throat, pinning him to the wall.
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House Tycheris
Historical FictionAn Ancient House emerges from the plague-ridden lands of Sothoryos. A House bent on regaining the power they once possessed.This is 15 years after the normal events of Game of Thrones. Please enjoy💯.
