𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙰 ° myrcella baratheon

THIRTY SIX

The thunder rumbled loudly above our heads as we, as quietly as we could, marched our horses and men towards the Lannister camp. Night had fallen hours ago, and my brother thought it best to attack in the night.

A little ways from where I could see a very small fire lit in the distance, most likely the guards, I hopped off my steed. Giving a small nod to my small garrison of men (Ashwell and about ten others), I made my way through the trees, Venus trotting behind me.

We ducked behind trees and bushes, keeping our footfalls soft and our bodies out of the guards' sight. I was finally close enough to see the men, only two, and hear their conversation loud and clear. Their laughter echoed off the trees, followed quickly by the nervous neighs their horses.

"The horses seem a little spooked to you?" One asked, curious.

The other shrugged it off. "Their horses." He said simply. "They get spooked by their own shadows."

"Shh." The other said, taking a few steps towards the animals. I moved a little further behind the tree. "Did you hear that?"

There was a short pause as the second guard listened, but he only heard the sound of the pouring rain. At least, that's all I could hear. "No."

"There's something out there." The one said, slowly reaching for his sword, grasping his hand around the handle.

Seeing his unease, the other stood and made his way to stand beside his friend. Meanwhile, the horses kept nervously trotting around as much as they could on their leads.

Glancing to my right, I saw Ashwell teaching for his own sword, his eyes locked on the two guards. I quietly clicked my tongue, gaining his attention and shook my head, telling him to stand down.

My eyes turned back to the guards at the sound of one of them, probably the first, passing gas and starting to laugh loudly. I rolled my eyes as the other guard jumped.

"Oh, you're a right little prick." The one said as he started making his way back towards their small fire.

The jokester was still laughing madly. "You should have seen your face." He said while starting to undo his pants ties. "I swear you pissed yourself."

Once again, I rolled my eyes and readied myself for attack, having heard enough of their banter. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing my direwolf standing a few feet away. "Venus." I whispered quietly, my voice barely heard over a thunder strike. "Here girl."

My words must have been loud enough to catch the still pissed off guard's attention, for the man turned and looked off into the trees, almost directly at me.

"Oh, who goes there? Ahh'." The guard still mocked his friend, shaking his head.

While his friend laughed softly to himself, the other was looking around cautiously. "There is something out there."

"Yeah, don't even try me."

The leaves under my boot crunches softly, worrying the guard more. "Rennick..." He said uneasily.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Rennick sneered as he got himself ready to take a piss.

I took another step and rose to my full height, smirking evilly, despite my face being guarded by the shadows. I started walking closer to the joking guard and my actions caused the guard's eyes to lock on me over his friend's shoulder. "Rennick!" He shouted, drawing his sword.

The man's head finally lifted from where they were focused on his task and locked into my smirking face. Rennick seemed paralyzed in...shock? Fear? I wasn't quite sure, but he was pretty frozen in place.

Taking his stall to my advantage, I lifted my sword up and started twirling the steel around in the faint moonlight, the rays bouncing elegantly off the metal. "I call it Hellbringer." I said causally before turning my attention to the guard. "Tell me if that's true."

Without any more hesitation, I brought my sword down across the man's body, slicing a thin line from his neck to his hips. My action caused the men to take action, bursting out of the tree line.

"Red Wolf!" Ashwell shouted as he struck down the unnamed guard.

"Red Wolf!" The rest of the garrison hollered in reply as they rushed towards camp.

Smirking proudly, now feeling a few drops of warm blood on my face, I joined in their calls. "The King in the North!" I screamed out into the darkness.

"The King in the North!" I heard the army reply before we rushed into battle with our urges to kill.