Thread: A Dragon Queen and Wolf King (Myself and Fantasy)

Myrissa was reluctant to get up and head back. Being in a new place as a ward could be rather lonely and all one really had was themselves. Back home she could remember having more fun and not having to watch and be careful of her every move. But she just had to remind herself she really wasn't all that different than the Lannisters. The Grandison's were lions as well, just a cat of a different coat. She could be just as stoic and act just as friendly, even when she didn't feel it, as they were, and be just as distrusting. It was about half way that she was back to her room that she heard screams, shouting, and not long after that there was metal clanging. Immediately it gave her a bad feeling. Just because whoever it was is clearly an enemy of the Lannisters, that didn't make them someone she could consider a 'friend' or just even someone she could trust enough to not kill her. Even though it wasn't very ladylike, she quickly ran off back into the castle and into her room. Locking the door she didn't suspect it to make a huge difference if someone really wanted to get in. Trying to carefully look out the window it was hard to see the colors of the enemy so she could get a better idea of who it was. The only thoughts that came to mind were Stannis Baratheon and there was also the northern army. No one else would be foolish enough to try and take on the Lannisters. That was why the Tyrell's sided with the, after their beloved Renly died. Within a few more minutes she could hear doors being kicked open close by which made her more uneasy than she would ever have liked to admit. Nearly jumping out of her skin when her door flew open and hit the wall, she was positive had she blonde hair and green eyes they would have killed her. Luckily for her she had neither. Light brown hair, with small hints of red and brown eyes had more than likely saved her. Those who weren't killed were all forced into the Great Hall and Myrissa had no clue what was about to happen. The men who had come to her room had Riverlands colors, she had seen and so that gave her the hint that this was the northern army. They had been either stupid or bold to attack here. From the looks of it they were bold because it seemed like they had won. After that was said he was made to kneel before those who were gathered around. There wasn't many there to watch, and it was mostly men. Time felt slow down and fast at the same time as the acting lord started to sentence him in the name of Stannis Baratheon, their king. Nowadays there were to many self made kings. There wasn't just Stannis, the north, or the iron throne, but also the ironborn and there had been Renly Baratheon before he had been killed. Most said it was at the hands of his brother Stannis. Jon waited, not closing his eyes as he expected the sword to swing down on his neck. He wondered for a split second how much it would hurt or if it would be rather quick and instant. The latter was probably more the case but surely there would be pain involved. Part of him would be just glad for it to be done and he wouldn't have to be in Dragonstone any longer. The only thing he regretted was he couldn't go to help his family get revenge on the Lannisters for everything they had done. That was why he had tried to leave the Nights Watch once, and that was where he had tried to go when he actually took off so Mel and Stannis couldn't sacrifice him. Just as the words finished and the sword was raised, he found himself waiting and waiting. He started to wonder why they were waiting so long to get on with it but then he started hearing warning sounds and shouts. Chaos started erupting around him as the men went off to defend and deal with whatever the threat was. Getting up he could see fire in the distance. With it getting darker it was quite clear to see. While he didn't know who was apparently attacking he didn't really want to stick around and find out. If they found out who he was, then he would be just as dead. Quickly he tried to take off towards the woods area of the island, but it seemed like almost every way he tried to go arrows were falling everywhere. The loud screeching caused him to look up and it was as if his eyes were playing tricks on him as he saw a huge creature and fire all around it. His first thought was dragon but that was impossible as they'd been extinct for thousands of years. This, in top of the arrows falling all around caused him to pause or else he'd probably get hit. After the arrows he took in the back and leg from Yigrette he would rather that not happen again.