The Lion and the Dragon

There was nowhere to go, and the footsteps approached ever closer with every passing second. The dimly lit corridor was a dead end. All that stood behind her was a small chamber used to store trunks and wardrobes and other unused things.

She backed against the wall, as the man came into view.

A rush of relief overtook her though, as the dim light from the torches on the wall lit up the armor of  only a knight of the King's Guard. She ran forward instantly.

"Good Ser, please help me-", she gasped, but as the blood splattered face came into view, eerily lit by the torches, her very blood seemed to run cold, all the color draining from her face.

She took a shaky, freighted step back, as Ser Jaime Lannister stepped forward, his blood covered sword drawn and ready to kill.

Rhaenaerys Targaryen backed against the wall once more. The Knight before her whom had dutifully served her uncle, King Aerys, and had even guarded her on occasion, had been the same man to take her uncle's life. He had betrayed her family. And now, as he stood, looking nearly as mad as her uncle, with blood smeared upon his armor and face, she knew she was going to die at his hands as well.