Winter's Fire → Game of Thrones

lv. Death Surrounding

Daemon Baratheon

I watched in horror as Oberyn Martell's teeth were crushed into his mouth, his eyes were gouged out and as The Mountain crushed Oberyn's skull with such force that his brain exploded out of his head.

It took everything in me not to throw up as silence fell across the pavilion. The only sound was the screams of Ellaria Sand. It made the reality of what had just happened all the more haunting.

Oberyn had been killed. Brutally.

Whilst I was not in love with him or anything of the sort, we had slept together. He was good in bed and a good friend too. His fire and passion in everything he did could not help but draw me in. He had even offered me advice on my life and how I should go about taking what I wanted. He truly was a good man, though hot-tempered.

He did not deserve his fate.

"The gods have made their will known!" Tywin Lannister announced, his words starting up noise and conversation again. "Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of House Baratheon, the First of his Name, you are sentenced to death!"

When I looked over to where Tyrion Lannister was standing, I watched him be dragged away. At the same time, Ellaria continued screaming and was now on her knees. Then there was Alessia. Something about her was off... She was just standing there.

Everyone began to clear out of the pavilion. I made sure not to look at Oberyn's body because the sight made me sick to my stomach. I felt sad enough as it was to know that a friend and lover was dead. I did not need to feel sick too.

I glanced back in the direction of Ellaria and Alessia. Ellaria had stopped screaming but was clearly sobbing. As for Alessia, something seemed even more wrong now. I could see her shaking despite how far away I was and she had her arms covering her face.

Something was wrong and I could not just leave her there. I decided to cut across the stands to get to her faster. People scoffed at me and even made remarks as I pushed past them, but I did not care. I was not about to let my friend suffer alone. Not after we had just lost another friend today.

As I reached the royal tent, I felt someone grab my arm. I reached for my dagger as I turned, but it was for no reason. It was Lucien who had grabbed my arm and he had a concerned look on his face.

"Alessia, is she-" He began. "No, she needs help. But I need to go with my family. We are meant to celebrate."

He was joking, right? The woman he claimed to love and who had fought for him was clearly panicking and in some sort of concerning state. Yet the pretty young lordling was thinking about his family and what they were asking of him.

What made matters worse was that he was not just going with his family. No, he was going with his family to celebrate the brutal death of a good man and the death sentence of someone we know to be innocent. And the man whose death they were celebrating was a man that Alessia, the woman he claimed to love, had become good friends with.

My anger had gotten a lot more controllable since learning about the truth of my parents. I had learned to control it and had turned it into a quiet type of anger that pushed me to know everyone's secrets so I could destroy them. But Lucien was really pushing me. How dare he act like this!

I shoved Lucien back. This caused the guards near us to turn their attention to us, but Lucien just raised his hand to keep them from attacking. He continued to stare at me with a concerned look on his face, but it did not make me any less angry.

"Lucien, hurry up!" Mace Tyrell commanded.

"Yeah Lucien, hurry up," I echoed tauntingly, holding back the urge to punch him. "Would not want to disappoint daddy by checking on a woman who has fought for you, would we?"