Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Ashes of Tomorrow

Medusa H'gar and Jaqen H'gar enter Winterfell, the Matosi army, armed from the tip of their toes to the tip of their hairs, right behind them. Their armour reflecting the light of day. The northerners, wildlings, unsullied and dothrak all look at the seemingly never ending stream of men and women, marching into Winterfell behind their royal family. This time however there are more members by their side. All four eldest daughters of Oberyn Martell. All equally well armed and fully armoured. Their chest plates each proudly presenting the sun and the spear of their fathers house, as well as the serpent of Matos, wrapping around the sun. Medusa H'gar raises her hand and immediately all Matosi soldiers halt. "Into formation!", she calls out and they form row after row. "Defense." All of them raise their shields, forming one moving unit of solid shields. "Offense." Through every small space in between the formation spears pierce into the cold air. The Serpent Queen smiles cooly. Her husbands hand resting against the small of her back. "We are ready."

Jon Snow slowly joins them, clearing his throat. "The letter you gave to me.." She smiles gently. "Yes. It was Littlefinger.", she hums, making the man exhale a heavy breath. "Thank you for giving it to me. The letter I mean. She chuckles. "I believe it means more to you than it could ever mean to me. Ned Stark was once upon a time my friend. But to you he was all you knew. To you he was your family. Family is a strong word. You might only associate it with nobility and royalty marrying off their children to ensure heirs to their families names. As if their names were what mattered, not the blood that they share. You see Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Sarella.. They are not related to me or my husband. However.. They have become family to us. They will live with us in Matos and in the High Palace for however long they wish to do so. And through my trust to them and their father, their sisters, his paramour we have gained two more members to our family, whom I feel well leaving in Matos with our children. I know I can trust my family." She laces her fingers up with those of her husband. "Love is the emotion that triumphs at last. If one loves, one has something to fight and to live for. In the beginning these four girls fought to prove themselves. To their father. To his paramour. To Dorne. Now however they fight because they want to defend what they love. What we love." Jon hums softly. "My father fought for honour." "No." Medusa gently places her hand onto the mans shoulder. "He fought for you. For his family. For his people. For Westeros. And in fighting for them he found his honour. Don't think in such manner of him. He loved you far more than honour.. Aegon Targaryen." The dark eyes she gazes into widen. "You know.." "Certainly. And I will continue to keep your secret. It shall not spill from my lips." He nods slowly, reaching up to the hand of the Matosi queen, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I didn't know you knew my father. But thank you for your loyalty towards him." Medusa nods. lightly. "It is My honour.", she hums softly before turning her gaze from him into the ever darkening night. "Go and get those you love to safety. I feel death nearing." He nods. "Yes. Winter is coming." "Yet wolves and Serpents have been born to survive.", Medusa smiles and he leaves.
"Is this perhaps truly the end of the world..?" The sandsnakes have joined their aunt and uncle of honour. Wrapping their arms around the girls the royal spouses hold them close, sharing their warmth and strength with them. "Life always finds a way, Nymeria. It always endures. No. This is not the end. It is merely the dusk before a new dawn. Tonight the world shall burn and tomorrow from the ashes the sun and humanity shall rise again. Do not be afraid. Never be afraid." "Any minute. Any hour. Any day. Death is always certain. Only the time of death isn't. Do not fear it.", Jaqen tells the girls that had become his nieces as much as they had become Medusas. The four young women straighten up. "You are right. Tonight we will fight against death. The many faced god shall not come for us tonight." "Not today." They stay for a moment longer before joining their forces.
"Today we fight the dead! Their rotten bodies shall break beneath our feet, shatter against our shields, get spiked by our swords, our spears. Matosi people may die tonight. But Matos will endure. Matos will survive. We fight for our people. For our country. Tonight only one word is on our mind, my people! My family! What word? What word am I speaking of? Tell them! Tell those disgusting creatures! Say it so loudly that they know what awaits them! What is it that I ask of you?!", Medusa H'gar yells to her people, the other fighters staring at them in awe as the Matosi army raises their weapons into the air. "SLAUGHTER!!" "Thats right! Tonight is the night for.." "SLAUGHTER!!!"  The warcry of the Matosi warriors is highly infectious as the other forces there slowly but surely join in.

"SLAUGHTER!!!!"

And their voices echo through the darkness until they are met with the running bodies of the dead. The white walkers exchanging glances between each other. Their pale blue eyes pinning onto Winterfell as the ground beneath their horses hooves frosts over.