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299 AC
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The next morning, Renly's Camp…
Inside Renly's tent, a war of words was currently happening.
"This is a waste of time! We should be marching to King's Landing at this very moment." says Lord Bryce Caron.
Lord Alester Florent scoffed at the lord's remark. "And leave the Targaryens at our backs. You're an even bigger fool than I thought!" The room once again erupted into heated arguments.
All the while Renly Baratheon sat at the head of the war table, silently grieving over the death of his nephew. Edric had been a good hearted boy. One that could have eventually succeeded him as Lord of Storm's End. It had been his choice to keep Edric in the castle when he could have taken the boy with him. And now Edric was dead because of his blunder.
"Enough!" Renly finally commanded, silencing the arguing lords. "We're laying siege to Storm's End. My decision is final." He says firmly.
Varying looks were shared between the lords and knights in attendance. "But my king, if we attack with the men we have now, we will lose." Lord Caron said cautiously.
"Then we call in the rest of the army! Even the walls of Storm's End won't be able to hold against a hundred thousand men." Lord Alester declares confidently.
Renly shook his head. "Even with more men, we'll waste too much time on besieging the castle." He let out a scoff. "Perseus Targaryen thinks himself clever. The boy wants to waste time so my men will lose faith and abandon me." It was a clever plan, but Renly was far from stupid.
"We'll keep the Targaryens trapped inside of the castle with the men we have here, while the rest of the army marches to King's Landing." Renly decided.
Lord Caron frowned. "But we still won't be able to take the castle with only twenty thousand men." He points out.
"If we win then we win. But if we lose, we win." Renly says, confusing the lords. "Even if the men here do fail in taking the castle. By that time, I'll be sitting on the throne and the Targaryens will be forced to starve." He smiled at the thought.
Not too long ago the Targaryens former allies, the Reach, had done the same to Renly when he was just a boy. It would be truly a fitting end to the Targaryen dynasty.
"So who will lead the siege of Storm's End?" Lord Caron asked.
Renly pondered the question for a moment before gesturing towards Alester Florent. "Lord Florent will stay behind to make sure the siege holds until I take the capital." He told them.
"I will not fail you, my king." Lord Alester bowed.
"What about my son, Robb Stark?" Catelyn Stark asks suddenly.
Ser Loras scowled at the woman. "Last I checked, Robb Stark declared himself King of the North." He says hotly.
"All we want is justice for Edd's murder. I swear that once the Lannisters are rightfully punished, Robb will swear fealty to you, just as his father did to your brother." Catelyn promised Renly.
Renly peered at the woman for a long moment. The Starks took their oaths seriously, if Lady Stark was promising her sons fealty, then he would trust her word.
"Your son will need to swear fealty to me before I help him against Tywin Lannister and his army." Renly tells her, receiving a firm nod in return. "Then we'll ride out to rejoin the army on the morrow. But tonight we feast, drink and dance in view of the Targaryens!" The men roared in celebration.
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Later that evening, With Stannis…
"Are you sure this will work?" Stannis Baratheon grunted while pulling up his trousers.
Lying naked on his bed was Melisandre. Even though it had only been a day since the failed parlay with Renly and Perseus, she now sported a bulging stomach that made her look as if she were at the end of a long pregnancy. Melisandre swiftly stood up to begin dressing herself in her scarlet attire. Her stomach proved to not be even a minor inconvenience in her movements.
"Have you no faith in the Lord of Light?" Melisandre asks slyly.
Stannis shot her an irritated look. "I have faith. I just don't know if your magic is strong enough to breach the castle. I was taught as a boy that Storm's End had protections against magic." He says.
"That's true, the wall of Storm's End is mixed with protective magic which grants the Targaryens some protection from my spells. But once night comes, Ser Davos will bring me underneath the castle where my magic can take affect." Melisandre tells Stannis.
Stannis gave a grunt of satisfaction. "And what of my brother, Renly? He is the bigger obstacle." He reminded her.
"Renly can perish just as easily after Perseus Targaryen is dealt with. Do you not wish to give your brother one last chance to join you?" asks Melisandre, she strode over to the lit fireplace.
"He's had his chance." Stannis says coldly before making his way to the door. "Night is approaching. I'll have Ser Davos ready a boat." He said before leaving the cabin.
Melisandre turned and peered into the flames. "Light your flame inside of me, R'hllor. Show me the truth or falseness of Perseus Targaryen. Strike him down if he is guilty and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give me strength." She quietly prayed, gently caressing her swollen belly.
Ominously, the corners of the room darkened and claw-like shadows stretched along the walls toward her as the fire shined with more intensity.
"For the night is dark and full of terrors."
oOo
That night, Storm's End…
Percy was ready.
After spending the night touching up on his shadow traveling he was finally able to move through the shadows as if they were simply doorways. He was still not able to shadow travel to shadows he couldn't see but that didn't matter at this point in time. With his current ability, he would be able to move quietly through the night and dispatch Renly's patrols with efficiency.
All he needed now was to hear from Jon and the rest of the army. He had already heard from Harry, who had sent him a raven from Evenfall. After a quick and bloody fight, the castle was now firmly in their hands. No ravens had evidently been dispatched either as word would have reached Renly by now. Once the castle was secure, Jon had done as asked by taking six oliphaunts and the bulk of the army to sail to Bronzegate. Once he was there he would send a raven to Storm's End and when Percy got word of their landing, they would be upon Renly's camp some few hours later.
So for now, Percy simply waited. But he would be lying if he said wasn't a nervous wreck. It would be hard not to be, since everything depended on the success of this plan.
Percy dismissed the two guards that were positioned in front of his room before entering. Inside of the candlelit room was Daenerys who was already wearing her nightgown. She sat in front of a mirror slowly brushing her hair with a forlorn look on her face. Her eyes barely glanced over at him through the reflection before she continued silently brushing.
It had been like this for the past few days. Daenerys would only converse with Missandei and sometimes Viserys but she would never speak with Percy. And while it did hurt him to not be on speaking terms with Daenerys, he had to remain focused on the upcoming attack.
Unfastening his armor and stripping off his clothes until he was only in his trousers, Percy grabbed a thick book that he had been reading lately before sitting on the front of the bed to begin reading.
Another blessing he had gained after being reborn was the fact that his dyslexia had vanished. Paired with his ability to understand seemingly any language, he was able to learn a lot more about the world he was in. Like the fact that there were just as many gods in this world as there was in his last one. The majority of them were only worshipped by very few people though, so the list of gods strong enough to bear demigod children was relatively small.
R'hllor was obviously one of those gods. She was mainly popular in Essos and the Shadow Lands. Alongside her was the Great Other, the god of darkness, cold and death. A child born of that particular god would be the most trouble for Percy since they were quite literally his antithesis.
Another pair of gods that were popular enough to conceive children were the Ironborn's Drowned God and Storm God. The Drowned God was essentially this world's version of Percy's father, Poseidon. If the Drowned God were to have a child then they would surely be troublesome as the sea could be quite destructive. Percy was living proof of that. Meanwhile the Storm God, who was the hated enemy of the Drowned God, was close to this world's Zeus. Thankfully Percy had a bit of experience fighting children of the sky so it wouldn't be too hard for him to deal with another.
Then there was the Faith of the Seven. It was said to be one deity that was split into seven different gods. Most of them didn't sound very menacing. The Father, a keeper of balance or a judge, was basically Nemesis. The Mother was very similar to Hera. (If a demigod child of the Mother annoyed Percy as much as Hera had then he may have a big issue with them) There was also the Crone, who was like Athena in regards to both of them being goddesses of wisdom. The Smith and the Warrior were similar to Hephaestus and Ares. There was the Maiden who was like Artemis but focused mainly on keeping one's maidenhood instead of hunting dudes for sport. And lastly there was the Stranger, a god of death, which was a bit confusing since the Great Other was already a god of death. Percy speculated that the two death gods had a relationship similar to Hades and Thanatos but he wasn't completely sure.
There was then the ever dwindling Old Gods of the North. They were said to be the embodiments of trees, streams and, well, nature in general. To Percy they just sounded like nymphs but he had his fair share of run-ins with nymphs so he knew not to underestimate them.
Mother Rhoyne was also somewhat popular. She was more or less like Percy's old divine stepmother, Amphitrite. The Weeping Lady of Lys or the love goddess of Lys was the same as Aphrodite. As long as her children didn't have charmspeak like Piper, Percy would be more than fine with the Lyseni love goddess having a demigod child over some of the others.
And lastly there were the gods of Yi-Ti, the Maiden-Made-of-Light and the Lion of Night. Percy theorized that they were simply different versions or even the original versions of R'hllor and the Great Other. It would make some sense after all since R'hllor was actually a goddess and not a god like the red priestesses believed her to be.
There were probably other gods that could have children but Percy had yet to find any texts about them. Which was understandable since he only just started getting into the subject of gods. There was still much more to learn.
Movement from Daenerys made Percy look up from his book, he put a marker in between the book's pages when he saw that she was getting into bed. He made his way around the room to blow out all of the candles until the only light left was the ray of moonlight that came through the balcony.
Crawling under the covers beside Daenerys, Percy stared up at the ceiling as the room descended into awkward silence. "...Goodnight, Dany." Percy told her.
Like she did every night, she completely ignored Percy's goodnight and turned her back towards him. Used to her lack of response, he simply sighed before turning on his side to fall asleep.
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A sudden feeling of added weight on top of his person woke Percy up. He drowsily opened his eyes and looked to see a silhouette of a person sitting on top of him.
"Is that you, Dany?" Percy squinted, as if answering to his want to see, the candles in the room sparked to life, quickly illuminating the room.
Percy's eyes widened when he was greeted to the sight of a very naked Daenerys straddling him. "I know you've been waiting for this, Perseus." Daenerys smiled saucily, slowly rubbing her hands over his bare chest.
Although he was absolutely baffled at what was happening, Percy's hands seemed to gain a mind of their own and he instinctively gripped her hips. "What are you talking-" Daenerys put a finger to his lips to shush him.
"You want to have me all to yourself. That's why you're keeping me locked inside your room. That's why you don't want me to be with Tristan." Daenerys says, leaning forward to press her breasts against his bare chest, her lips brushed against his ear. "You want to fuck me, Perseus Targaryen." Her sultry whispers sent an involuntary chill down his spine.
Percy gulped. "I don't want to-" she suddenly claimed his lips, instantly silencing any protests.
It wasn't a very long kiss, their lips parted after a short moment, but it was arguably still one of the best kisses he had ever had. "You kiss me so much better than Tristan." Daenerys hummed appreciatively before she began placing small kisses on his neck and collarbone.
Thoughts of ever using Daenerys had never crossed Percy's mind. She was almost like a little sister to him and no matter how much more beautiful she got as he watched her grow, he had always held nothing but brotherly affection towards her.
Until now that it is.
The feeling of her soft and full breasts rubbing against his chest felt like Elysium itself. His hands practically molded into the smooth, womanly curves of her hips and the feeling of her crotch rubbing against his groin made Percy let out a low groan. Her soft plump lips brushed against the skin of his neck, giving him an intense feeling of arousal that made his breath shorten and quicken.
A part of him was horrified and filled with disgust at the idea of bedding Daenerys. But another part of him was practically teeming with euphoria. And it seemed that side of him was the one in control at the moment because his already iron-tight grip on her hips tightened even further.
As the moment stretched on and Daenerys's kisses began to feel better, his spark of arousal grew into a raging fire of lust.
Perseus aggressively sat up, one of his hands clawed at Daenerys's back while the other squeezed and fondled her firm yet soft butt. His mouth immediately latched onto one of her tits. Her beautiful moans filled the air and her hands entangled in Perseus's wild locks as he proceeded to hungrily suck on each of her rock-hard nipples like a starved babe. A low, bestial growl rumbled in his throat when she began rolling her hips against his hardened member.
Daenerys let out a delighted giggle when Perseus roughly pushed her onto her back. He knelt over her as he took in the heavenly sight. Long silver hair was splayed out behind her, her pale and unblemished skin glistening in sweat as her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath that left her plump, red lips. Her enchanting purple eyes were filled with unbridled lust as she drank in the sight of his muscled and defined torso.
"You're perfect." Perseus breathed out in lust but also in shock. He had never truly realized just how beautiful Daenerys was, as he had been too busy scaring off the leering leeches that flocked to her.
She slowly spread her legs. "Come show me how perfect I am, flame brain." Daenerys bit her lip and looked at him with a face that made his pants tighten even further.
All previous restraint was left in the wind as Perseus pounced on her like she was his prey. His mouth attacked her neck while lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. No longer wishing to wait, he sat up to begin quickly unfasten his trousers, only to pause in his movements as his gaze connected with the mirror.
Staring back at Perseus was the jet-black hair, tanned skin and sea green eyes of his old self. But unlike his usual troublemaker grin, Percy's face was contorted in disgust and hatred.
"What's wrong, seaweed brain?" Percy's head snapped back down to Daenerys only to see that an equally naked Annabeth had replaced her.
"Was it really that easy to forget about me?" Annabeth asked him with a solemn look.
Percy scrambled off the bed and hastily backed away from her. "W-What is this? How are you here!?" He yelled in panic.
Annabeth stood up and slowly began approaching Percy who was already nearly halfway across the room. "This is just a dream. This is a dream. It's a dream. It has to be a dream." He mumbled madly to himself, his wild, unhinged eyes never left Annabeth.
"It's not a dream, Percy." Annabeth said gently.
"B-But how are you here? You're safe." Percy's back pressed flat against the wall, forcing him to a stop.
Annabeth smiled sadly. "Am I?" She shimmered like a mirage and just for a moment, he could see a gaping, bloody hole in the middle of her chest.
"No, I saved you. I did it, I won. I protected you just like I promised." Percy muttered, his delirium increased.
"That's the thing. You didn't save me. You failed." Annabeth came to stop in front of him, face to face.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! This isn't real!" Percy yelled madly before flinching away as she leaned closer to him.
Annabeth brought her mouth to his ear. "You failed to keep your promise, Percy Jackson." She whispered in his ear.
oOo
Storm's End, Percy's chambers...
"Perseus!"
Percy bolted upright with a frightened half scream, his chest heaving and his body caked in cold sweat. Crazed eyes scanned his surroundings to discover that he was back in his room, in his bed.
"It was just a dream. Just a dream." Percy mumbled to himself as his breathing slowly calmed.
Daenerys sat next to him, staring at him with worried eyes. "Perseus, what's wrong?" She asked.
Percy slowly shook his head. "I'm fine. Just a bad dream." He tells her.
Unconvinced, Daenerys puts a hand on his slightly steaming forehead. "You're warm." Her hand travels to his chest where his heart is still beating rapidly. "And your heart is beating really fast!" She exclaims worriedly.
He let out a shuddering breath as the feeling of Daenerys's soft hands roaming over his chest brought back the events of his dream.
Percy's mind involuntarily flashed the image of him roughly fucking Daenerys on the very same bed they sat on. The thought of how it would feel like to be inside of her drilled at the back of his skull. And a sickening need to hear her moan out his name rose within him.
"I'm fine, Daenerys!" Percy snapped as he bolted to his feet to put as much distance between him and her as he could.
Daenerys scowled at him before she got out of the bed as well. "You're definitely not fine! You were mumbling things in your sleep." She paused.
"Who is Annabeth?" Daenerys asks curiously.
Ignoring her question, Percy's eyes met with the mirror. For a terrifying moment he almost thought his old self was looking at him again before he relaxed. The chiseled features he had in his old life had returned. His head was still full of silver-white hair that looked as wind swept as ever. The streak of black that had been at the front of his hair had thickened into a patch that stood out in sharp contrast. Dark purple eyes, now flecked with sea-green, gleamed in the moonlight.
He looked like how he used to in his past life except with the obvious differences. So why did he feel so different? And why did his old self look at him with so much hate?
"Perseus?" Daenerys's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Percy turned around to see her staring at him with a worried look. She was still dressed in her silk white nightgown. His eyes roamed over her, just now realizing how form hugging her attire was. The outline of her breast and nipples could be faintly seen along with the hourglass shape of her body.
The little girl he had helped raise, had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her old worries of growing up to not have a body as developed as the Lyseni women she had grown up around were all proven false with time. Daenerys had grown, and was still growing, to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
"Perseus?" Daenerys's questioning tone snapped him back into reality for a second time.
She was looking at him with an odd look making Percy realize that he had been ogling her for some time now. He quickly focused his gaze to her face. "I'm fine, Dany, really. I'm just nervous about the battle." He half-lied.
It seemed to be enough as Daenerys nodded in agreement. "I'm nervous about it too. I just wish I could be more useful to you. I feel useless." She said sullenly.
"Don't say that. You just being alive gives you more usefulness to me than an entire army. I couldn't stand losing you or Viserys." Percy said truthfully.
'Like how I lost Annabeth.' That random thought made him stiffen which didn't go unnoticed by Daenerys.
"You shouldn't worry so much about us. We'll be fine." Daenerys told him, walking forward to envelop him in a comforting hug.
Percy sighed in content at how perfect it felt to have her in his arms and how nice she felt pressed up against him. His eyes widened as he felt himself slowly hardening against her belly.
He quickly separated himself from her. "You should go!" Percy told her suddenly.
Daenerys blinked in surprise. "You mean...back to my chambers?" She asked him.
"Yeah. I'm not gonna keep you locked in here anymore. I hate seeing you look so sad." The part about how he wasn't able to think about anything except railing her up against a wall was left unsaid.
"Oh. Okay then." Daenerys says, still a bit baffled at his sudden change of heart.
After retrieving a new dress, Daenerys shed her nightgown, revealing her naked form. She was oblivious to Percy's roaming eyes, as the more he looked at her, the stronger his new feelings for her grew. Like an ember that was slowly being stoked into a flame.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Daenerys asked suddenly.
...Perhaps he hadn't been as discreet as he had thought. "Just thinking about where the little girl I used to tell stories to every night went." Percy said, another half-truth.
Daenerys shook her head in amusement as she pulled on her shoes. "I don't need to be told stories anymore, Perseus. I can read them myself now. And I'm not a little girl anymore. It's called maturing." She told him.
Percy looked at the top of her breasts that her dress exposed. "In more ways than one." He muttered.
"What was that?" Daenerys asked, standing up straight to brush down her dress.
"Nothing." Percy quickly said before going to open the door. "I'll have your stuff brought to you later." He told her.
"I don't know if I should be thanking you for my own freedom, but I'll thank you anyway." Daenerys said smartly.
Percy rolled his eyes. "I thought you said that you matured. You still act like a bratty little princess to me." He said dryly.
Daenerys grinned. "And you still act like a flame brain." She shot back.
"Get out before I change my mind and keep you here until you grow old and grey." Percy grumbled, eliciting a beautiful laugh.
"Thank you Perseus, seriously. I know you only wish to protect me. You're the best nephew and friend I could ever ask for." Daenerys smiled at him.
While she had probably only meant to comfort him, he couldn't help but feel a stab of sadness at her words. Because that was all Percy would ever be to Daenerys, a nephew, a friend and a shoulder to cry on. A part of him was content with that outcome while another wept in sorrow.
"Yeah, you too." Percy returned with a halfhearted smile that slipped right off his face once she left.
Percy would like to think that a love goddess was screwing with him but he knew deep down that wasn't the case. The growing affection he felt for Daenerys was by his own choice. And yet a side of him hated that choice. He felt like he was at war with himself as well as his emotions.
Sitting down with a heavy sigh, Percy silently mused about the how and why he was suddenly experiencing these troubling emotions.
He had an idea of what it could be, as he had seen something similar to what was happening to him, but he needed confirmation. And only one person, or rather one goddess, could give it to him. The dream he had also made speaking with R'hllor even more important. He couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something very important in regards to his death and Annabeth's escape from Tartarus.
Suddenly drawn from his thoughts, Percy's eyes flickered up as he sensed movement. In one corner of the room the shadows thickened to an inky black and slowly, a figure crawled from out of it.
It was humanoid and completely made of shadows with hands like talons. The blurry visage that made up the shadows face looked oddly familiar to Percy. He had seen those bushy eyebrows not too long ago. When he had learned that Melisandre was supposedly a shadowbinder he didn't think it was true but now it became obvious that this was the priestesses doing.
The shadow prowled towards him. Most would have cowed in fear or scrambled to find a weapon to protect themselves from the being. Percy did neither. He continued to remain seated, calm as ever as the shadow approached him. It stopped in front of him, towering over his form. But he never raised his head to meet it's gaze. The thought of even humoring the idea felt wrong to him. He was the son of fire and shadow. It was not him that needed to readjust his stature. Just as it had been when it came to the denizens of the sea. In the face of anything pertaining to fire and shadow. He was practically royalty.
And so the shadow bowed. "My prince." a wispy and disoriented voice came from the being, no louder than the softest whisper. But he could hear it as clear as day.
Just moments ago Percy had been musing over how to contact his godly parent but it seemed that fate was throwing him a lifeline for once.
"Are you able to communicate with R'hllor?" Percy asked the shadow.
"Yesss." It rasped in response, head still bowed.
Percy nodded in satisfaction. "Go and tell her that I need to speak with her as soon as possible." He ordered.
"Asss you command." Only when Percy gestured did the shadow stand to begin prowling it's way back to the darkened corner of the room.
"Wait." Percy said suddenly, making the shadow freeze. "Are there more of you?" He asked.
"All shadowsss can whisper and act through the power of R'hllor." It replied.
"Then spread the word among your fellow shadows. Nothing harms my family." Percy told it.
He didn't want a repeat of this event. The only reason he was not dead was because of his divine lineage. His family would not be so lucky.
"Asss you command." The shadow rasped again before disappearing through the shadow it came from.
A rapid knock sounded on the door. "Come in." Percy called out, still not moving from his seated position.
Balaq walked inside, his eyes flickering around the room before landing on Percy.
"Word from Jon Connington and the rest of the army, your grace. They've made land at Bronzegate." Balaq informed him.
"Have all the men ready at the gates in an hour." Percy ordered before rising to his feet to retrieve his armor.
It was time for Perseus Targaryen to make his mark on the world.
oOo
Renly's Camp, with Renly…
The men in Renly's army were in high spirits. Food and drink were splurged for all to enjoy. Music and drunken songs of intoxicated men filled the air.
One of the most rambunctious of all the men was the young and virile Ser Robar Royce, Red Knight of the Rainbow Guard. "This is how every night should be spent!" He shouted into the night air.
The Green Knight, Ser Guyard Morrigen, took a swig of his ale. "Now if only we had a wench to sit in our laps." he says, prompting all the men to agree.
Lord Bryce Caron grinned lecherously. "One with tits the size of melons and an ass shaped like a peach." He looked over to the newly appointed Blue Knight, "Say, Brienne of Tarth, you have quite the ass on you. Care if I have a feel?" The men all cackled.
Brienne was unamused. "If you want to have your face broken, be my guest." She warned the lord who stood to his feet.
The men oohed and snickered at the threat. "Don't be such a party pooper. No amount of ale can make your face pretty, so your ass may as well be of some use tonight." Lord Caron japed before he reached around to grab the tall woman by the ass.
Not a moment after Brienne brutally head butted the lord, sending him to the floor and causing the men to break out in laughter.
Renly waved his hand from where he sat next to Ser Loras. "Alright enough, Brienne is a part of my Rainbow Guard now. Give her the respect she deserves." He told the men.
Lord Caron fumbled to his feet. "The ugly cunt broke my fucking nose!" He said in outrage, clutching his crooked and bloody nose.
"Perhaps your ears will work better, now that your nose will not, Lord Caron. Brienne warned you not to touch her. Disrespect her again and we will have words." Renly warned in a tone that made Brienne's cheeks slightly red.
Catelyn Stark stood from her seat with an exasperated look. "All men do is get drunk and measure their cocks. I shall retire for the night, so that I may be well rested for tomorrow's journey." She told Renly who nodded.
"Brienne, please escort Lady Stark to her tent and make sure to guard her through the night. There's plenty of drunken men like Lord Caron here roaming about." Renly said dryly.
Brienne gave her king a dutiful nod before leading Lady Stark away. A few moments later, Renly stood to his feet and stretched his stiff limbs. "I think I shall retire for the night as well. Ser Loras, care to escort me to my tent?" He asked the handsome knight with a glint in his eyes.
Smiling knowingly, Ser Loras nodded. "As you wish, my king." He said before following Renly.
After Renly and Ser Loras were out of sight, Lord Caron spoke. "I can't believe King Renly let that freak into the Rainbow Guard." He seethed.
"I mean, she was able to beat Ser Loras. None of us could ever do that." Ser Robar pointed out.
"Ser Loras would have won if she hadn't cheated!" Lord Caron snapped angrily.
The Yellow Knight, Ser Emmon Cuy, shrugged in indifference. "Who cares, King Renly has already appointed her anyway. Now did you all see Stannis's red priestess, Melisandre I believe." He says.
Ser Morrigen whistled in reminiscence of the red haired beauty. "I'd revert to the Lord of Light too if it meant I could suck on those tits." he grinned.
"Do you suppose she can really do magic? There must be some reason Stannis keeps her around." Says Ser Parmen Crane, the Purple Knight.
Ser Robar scoffed. "She can do some magic alright. I bet she sucks the sin right out of him." he says eliciting laughter.
"That is my niece's husband you're speaking about, Ser Robar." Lord Alester Florent scowled.
"Oh please, everyone knows Stannis won't even touch his wife after she gave him that thing they call a daughter." Lord Caron japed.
Lord Alester stood up in anger. "I won't allow anyone in my family to be disrespected!" He said angrily.
Ser Parmen put a calming hand on the lord's shoulder. "Relax, Lord Florent. We know a man like Stannis Baratheon would never be unfaithful to his wife." He tells him.
Ser Morrigen snorted. "Yeah right, he's probably plowing that pretty bitch as we speak." They began laughing.
"Fuck all of you!" Lord Alester yelled before he stormed off.
"Where are you going Lord Florent!" Ser Parmen called after him.
Lord Alester turned around with a huff of annoyance. "I'm going to take a piss!" He told the knight.
"I bet he's going to tug one off at the thought of that red priestess." Ser Robar snarked.
With that remark, Lord Alester continued storming away, the laughter of the knights echoing behind him as he walked out of the camp. It was dark but the moon cast enough light in order for him to see where he was going. He angrily stomped his way into a small thicket of trees and began untying his trousers.
"Disrespectful cunts the lot of them." Lord Alester grumbled as he began urinating.
The snap of a tree branch suddenly drew Alester's attention. "Hello?" Lord Alester looked around at the surrounding woodlands but there was little to see except for shadows and trees.
"That ale must be getting to me." He grumbled before fastening his trousers to begin making his way back to camp.
"Achoo."
Lord Alester whirled back around, panicked eyes searching for the person who had made the noise. If he had brought his sword with him, he'd have surely drawn it at that moment.
"Who's there? A-As the Lord of House Florent, I demand that you reveal yourself!" Lord Alester called out nervously.
The noise that followed put unholy fear into Lord Florent's heart. For there was only one prominent noise and it wasn't the rustling of leaves, the whistle of the wind, or even the chirps of crickets. It was the exasperated sigh of a person. And by the cloud of icy breath that blew by the side of his face, that person was directly behind him.
oOo
Storm's End, with Viserys...
Viserys stood at the castle's gate, fully armored, impatiently waiting for Jon and the other's signal to begin the attack.
Even with the element of surprise, they were still outnumbered by at least five thousand men. And if Renly managed to rally his men quick enough, their chances of beating the army would dwindle greatly. Hopefully before that point Perseus would be able to kill the Stag King to make the enemy simply give up. Or at least that is what his nephew had told him would happen.
Viserys had no clue how he planned to even get close to Renly let alone kill him. Perseus had tried to explain it to him but he had been completely lost after hearing something about 'shadow traveling'.
And so, with the promise of an explanation at a later date, Perseus ran off, leaving Viserys to be the one to lead the men into battle. Most would have been nervous at the prospect of leading so many men into their first real battle, but he couldn't keep the grin of excitement off of his face. Until it was promptly wiped away by the appearance of his little sister, Daenerys.
"What exactly do you think you are doing here?" Viserys looked at her incredulously.
Daenerys slowly approached him, looking around the courtyard nervously. "Where's Perseus?" She asked.
Viserys responded with a shrug. "He told me he was going off to take care of Renly's scouts. Now will you explain to me why you are here? How did you even get past your guards?" He asks suspiciously.
"Perseus said I didn't have to stay locked inside of his room anymore." Daenerys told him.
Well this news certainly surprised him and gave him some relief. Viserys had been beginning to think that Perseus secretly wanted Daenerys for himself with the way he had been acting lately. Sure, he was also protective of Daenerys but he wouldn't have gone to the extremes of locking her inside of a room all day. It reminded him too much of his father, Aerys, who had done the same to his mother, Rhaella.
As a child Viserys believed the rants of his father about how he would one day bring back dragons. Until one day, Aerys began spouting off that they were already dragons and that all they needed to do was keep the bloodline pure. It was at this point that Aerys began keeping Rhaella locked in her room, only going to see her whenever he was in the mood to make love to her. If Viserys could really ever call it that.
He remembered the pained cries of his mother as Aerys had his way with her with reckless abandon and the ferocity of a rabid dog. There had been a faraway and somber look that almost always adorned Rhaella's face whenever she was let outside. She desperately tried to hide it behind a smile whenever Viserys was around but he could tell that his mother was in pain. She had only ever been happy when she was in the presence of Rhaegar, Viserys, and oddly enough the Sword of Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne.
Viserys recalled the day he along with Ser Arthur and Rhaella had been listening to Rhaegar play his harp. The look of happiness that had been on her face as she laughed at how Rhaegar and his best friend, Arthur, argued over which of their individual skills in either music or sword fighting served to be more useful. And then he would watch her smile crumble away the moment Aerys walked into the room.
He had promised to himself that day that he wouldn't allow anyone he loved to endure such a fate. So when Daenerys had begun acting in the same manner that their mother had, it was becoming increasingly difficult to not draw the growing similarities between Aerys and Perseus.
For all of the many years Viserys had known his nephew, he didn't once entertain the idea of Perseus loving Daenerys anymore than just an aunt or sister. So he had been greatly surprised when Perseus had decided to lock Daenerys in a room for the past few days because of her infatuation with Tristan.
His sister was a high spirited and lively girl who absolutely abhorred being confined and loved being outdoors. So for Perseus to suddenly lock her in a room all day and night, it was essentially like ripping out a piece of her soul.
"That's good. I was worried I would have to beat some sense into him if he didn't let you out of that room soon." Viserys said, genuinely glad that his nephew wasn't turning into Aerys.
"Tristan will be part of the upcoming battle, right?" Daenerys asked Viserys, revealing the true reason for her being there.
Tristan wasn't exactly Viserys's best pal but he didn't completely dislike the bastard, even if he had cheated in their duel. The main thing he disliked about Tristan was the fact that he held his house's ancestral sword, Blackfyre.
If Perseus hadn't made that deal with him then Viserys would have already demanded the sword back. Even now he was just tempted to rip the sword out of Tristan's hands but by doing so he would be seen in a negative light by the rest of the company who prided themselves on their famous motto, 'Our word is as good as gold.' Something Viserys wasn't willing to risk until after they reclaimed the throne.
Viserys nodded. "Yes, he's the commander of the infantry after all." He says in an obvious tone.
"Do you think I could come with you? I won't get in the way, I just want to make sure he's alright." Daenerys pleaded.
Her words made Viserys scoff. "You worry about some bastard but not your own brother and nephew?" He asked in disbelief.
Daenerys glared at him. "He's not just some bastard, and I do worry for you and Perseus. But I have never seen Perseus lose in a fight and you haven't lost a fight either." She pointed out.
"I lost against your precious Tristan." Viserys reminded her.
She groaned irritably. "That wasn't a real fight! I know you would have won if you were going all out. You're one of the best swordsmen I have ever seen." Daenerys praised him.
Hearing those words made Viserys slightly puff up before his eyes narrowed. "You're just trying to butter me up so I'll let you come with me." He said.
"Did it work?" Daenerys asked hopefully.
"No." Viserys said simply, wiping away her hopeful look.
She sighed. "Please, Viserys! I'll stay next to you, I promise." Her words did nothing to appease him.
Viserys gave her a look. "Are you mad? Perseus will gut me if I let you come anywhere near the battlefield!" There wasn't much that could frighten him, but an angry Perseus would make even a dragon cower.
Daenerys threw her hands up in exasperation. "Where are your balls, brother! Does Perseus hold them for you? I should call you Viserys the Nutless." she says mockingly.
Viserys's expression darkened at her slight. "Careful who you mock, little sister. You may be subject to Perseus's whims, but I'm not. My actions are my own." He said firmly.
A victorious smile adorned her face. "So prove it. Prove that Perseus does not in fact hold you by the balls." Daenerys smirked.
Viserys barked out a laugh at her pathetic attempt at manipulation. "You're not nearly as clever as you think you are, dear sister. The answer is still no." He grins.
"You and Perseus are just so...ugh!" Daenerys sighs in frustration before storming off toward Missandei.
He shook his head at his sister's antics before the sound of a war horn gained his attention. "And so it begins." A wide grin came back onto Viserys's face.
oOo
Earlier at Renly's camp, with Percy...
Renly Baratheon was the stupidest man Percy had ever met.
Once all of the men were armed and ready at the castle's gate, Percy had slipped off into the shadows. No one would know how he was doing it, they would only know that he was dealing with Renly's patrols. Only a handful of people currently knew about his powers but he knew that they would eventually come to light. For now though, he wanted to keep his powers a secret.
He moved swiftly and quietly, darting in between the shadows that stretched under trees and large rocks as he made his way toward Renly's camp. When he finally arrived, Percy couldn't keep the surprise off of his face when he saw that most of the soldiers were either exceedingly drunk or snoring loudly by a campfire. Leftover scraps of food and empty mugs were strewn about.
The idiot king had thrown a feast.
Percy's attention was gained when he saw a lone man storm out of the camp to make his way toward a patch of trees. The man was going south, in the direction of Jon and the army. One measly scout on foot was downright laughable but Percy wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Traveling into one of the thickets many shadows, he followed the man deeper into the trees. The soldier was grumbling to himself, probably annoyed at being the only one sent on scout duty while everyone else drank themselves into a deep slumber.
As Percy got closer, he could begin to hear the man's slightly slurred words. "Disrespectful cunts the lot of them." The man grumbled before he began to unfasten his breeches.
It seemed the man was only coming out into the trees to take a piss. Percy had done some bad things since he had been reincarnated and even before. But even the most evil person he knew wouldn't kill a man while he was draining the pipe.
...On second thought, he knew a few that would, but he wasn't one of them.
Deciding to let the man live for another day, or rather an hour, Percy slowly began to back away. And just like a corny horror film, he stepped right on a tree branch, a loud snap echoed in the night.
Percy quickly darted into a nearby shadow as the man looked around. "Hello?" The man called out.
'C'mon, just keep walking man.' Percy silently prayed.
"That ale must be getting to me." The man grumbled, making Percy almost sigh in relief.
As the man started to make his way back to his camp, the worst and most unlikely thing happened to Percy. A butterfly landed directly on his nose.
'You gotta be shitting me.' Percy thought as his face automatically began to scrunch up. "Achoo!" He sneezed loudly.
"Who's there? A-As the Lord of House Florent, I demand that you reveal yourself!" The man called out nervously.
Knowing that the man would most likely go back to camp and make a big fuss, Percy shook his head as he knew that he had little choice but to take out the man. He traveled to a shadow directly behind the man and sighed before wrapping his arms around the lord's neck.
"I'm really sorry about this." Percy told the man as he started to squeeze.
After a few moments of hopeless struggling, the man twitched one last time before he went completely slack. Percy gave a hard tug, snapping the man's neck before letting the limp body fall to the ground. As he looked down at the man's corpse with some guilt, the butterfly from before innocently fluttered around in front of his face before taking off into the night.
"Note to self: Find out if there are any butterfly gods in this world." Percy suspiciously stared at the retreating butterfly before taking off into the shadows.
After a few long minutes of tiresomely jumping from shadow to shadow he finally saw them.
Marching at a fast and dutiable pace was the rest of the army. Six giant oliphaunts walked in front of the men, each of their war towers held what was at least fifty archers. Trying to avoid being seen, Percy shadow traveled behind a couple of boulders that were in front of the marching army before he showed himself. Some of the men at the front lines all reeled back in shock before drawing their swords as Percy appeared out from behind the rocks.
"Calm down men, it's your king!" Jon called out from atop his mount as he was the first to recognize Percy's telltale grin.
Murmurs went throughout the men as they wondered how Percy had suddenly appeared before them. Percy then approached Jon, Grey Worm and Tristan who sat at the front of the army.
"I guess appearing out of thin air is another one of your Targaryen traits." Tristan noted in amusement.
Barely sparing the bastard a glance, Percy looked to Jon. "All of Renly's men are either drunk or passed out. There's no patrols. Now is the perfect time to strike." He told Jon.
"If we march at a faster pace we should reach them in half an hour." Jon says.
"Perfect, I'm going to go back to Renly's camp." Percy said as he turned back around.
"But we can march on them together, your grace!" Jon called out after him.
"I don't want even the slightest chance that Renly escapes. Half an hour, Jon. Don't be late!" Percy yelled back before disappearing into the night.
By the time Percy reached the camp he was beginning to feel some of the nauseating effects from shadow traveling so much. There were a few men still awake. Mostly knights or sworn swords of the lords that had feasted and drank until they passed out, leaving their weary protectors to watch over them.
After darting in between the blind spots of the braziers and fires, Percy spotted the brightly colored Rainbow Guard. They were seated around a fire a few paces away from what was probably Renly's tent. The only one missing among them was the Knight of Flowers, Loras Tyrell and the Blue Knight.
Percy blended in the shadow of a tent but frowned when he saw no shadow big enough to travel to anywhere close to Renly's tent. The camp fire along with the two braziers in front of Renly's tent provided more than enough light. And he wouldn't be able to reach the tent quick enough before the knights blocked his path. He doubted his current ability to take on five more than likely skilled knights. The alarm would also be raised once the men who weren't passed out heard the fighting.
An idea quickly came to Percy's mind. One that, in theory, should work. R'hllor was the Lord of Light, so it would make sense for Percy, as her son, to be able to manipulate light. But the real question was just how he would do that.
He recalled how the Apollo cabin kids used to simply clap their hands for lights to go out. But Percy very much doubted that clapping wouldn't draw the attention of the Rainbow Guard.
'Hopefully a snap will do.' Percy thought to himself before he focused intently on the campfire.
Once he felt that familiar tingle in his stomach, he brought his hand up and pressed his thumb and middle finger together. A snap resounded softly loud enough to hear clearly but not loud enough to gain the attention of the loud group of knights.
The fires in not only the knights campfire but the surrounding braziers began to dim until they were merely embers, providing little to no light in the area. The Rainbow Knights all looked around in confusion with one trying to stoke the fire back to life.
'Perfect.' Percy grinned as he darted to a shadow in front of Renly's tent before entering without a sound.
The sight that greeted Percy was one that explained a lot of the questions he had in his mind before now. Sleeping on a comfy, fur bed was a naked Renly Baratheon with a content smile on his face. And asleep next to him was none other than the Knight of Flowers, Loras Tyrell, who was also naked.
'Well that explains a lot.' Percy thought to himself as he walked forward.
Stealthily creeping over to the sleeping couple, Percy reached into his pocket to take out a small vial filled with clear liquid. While he needed Renly dead in order to potentially get an alliance with House Tyrell, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that they would ally with him after he killed their only daughters husband. This belief was further proven true with Percy now discovering the coupling/affair between Renly and Loras, a son of House Tyrell. One grieving widow would have been hard enough to ally with, two would just be Percy asking for a knife in the back.
That was why he had gotten a vial of poison from the Golden Company's maester, the Tears of Lys to be exact. It was a rare poison that was odorless and colorless but harmful all the same. The maester had told him how the poison would attack the victims insides while leaving their outer appearance relatively unchanged. With no way to know or prove that it was Percy that poisoned Renly, it would look like the Stag King just suddenly died. It would look like magic. And that was where the last part of his plan came in. It was admittedly integrated on the fly after Percy found out that Stannis had a red priestess and shadowbinder in his employ.
Why leave the chance of people pointing fingers in his direction when he could redirect those pointing fingers towards Stannis and Melisandre. It would ostracize the eldest Baratheon with the Reach and put him under a bad light with the Stormlands.
If Percy hadn't killed Edric Storm he could have used the boy to turn the Stormlands entirely against Stannis but he wasn't exactly in the right mind when he killed Edric and he also hadn't known of Melisandre's existence at the time. Nevertheless, his plan with the Reach would still be able to work and even if he didn't have the allegiance of the Stormlands, most of their men at arms were about to die soon anyway.
Little noise was made as Percy uncorked the vial and slowly reached over to bring the poison over Renly's slightly parted lips.
Making sure not to get any on the man's face, Percy poured all of the poison into the king's mouth. As Renly's face began contorting in pain Percy hurriedly dashed into the shadow under a large table. Soon after, Renly began twisting and turning, his eyes flew open, showing his confusion and pain.
A single drop of the Tears of Lys was enough to quickly kill a man. Percy had just poured the entire vial down the man's throat. Renly died in moments, only a small agonizing croak left his mouth before his eyes glazed over. Ser Loras meanwhile was unaware of his lovers passing and remained peacefully asleep.
Percy stayed underneath the table. The Rainbow Knights would have gotten the fires stoked back up by now and while he could attempt to shadow travel to the castle, he'd rather not take the chance and end up in some far away continent like Nico had.
And so, Percy silently waited in the shadows, even as war horns blew making Ser Loras wake to find his lover mysteriously dead.
oOo
Renly's Camp, with Viserys…
While Percy was personally seeing to the death of Renly Baratheon, Viserys was leading his men straight into Renly's camp. This effectively sandwiched the enemy in between two large forces.
"Kill them all! Show no mercy!" drawing his twin scimitars, Viserys roared as they charged into the camp.
Half armored soldiers were ruthlessly cut down by the army. Even the soldiers who had remained in their drunken slumber weren't shown any mercy as swords were driven into them as they slept. Viserys ducked under a drunken sword slash, stabbing the attacker through the gut before spinning to deliver a double sword slash that almost cleaved the man's body into three separate pieces. Blocking another sword, Viserys used his blades to wrench his opponent's sword from his hands before slicing the man's throat open.
All around the panicked and drunken men of Renly's army were being massacred. Many even began to flee in terror when they saw the behemoth oliphaunts rampaging toward the camp. The archers rained down arrows from on the oliphaunt's backs further causing more death and panic. A few brave men tried to pierce the oliphaunt's thick hides with their arrows or swords. But they might as well have been sticking the giants with toothpicks.
Wrenching his blades out of a soldier's corpse, Viserys looked ahead to see two knights, one in purple armor, the other in orange armor. They were working together to efficiently kill Viserys's men while rallying their own.
"I thought Perseus was joking." Viserys snorted before making his way toward the two knights.
The two knights immediately took notice of Viserys's appearance. "You're not the boy king. So you must be Prince Viserys." mocked the orange knight.
Viserys grinned cockily at the duo. "So you do have eyes! I thought you were blind, but even a blind man could see how hopeless your situation is. I suppose that just makes you stupid then." He smirked as he edged closer to the knights.
"King Renly will rally the men and when that time comes, all of your heads will be on spikes!" The purple knight snarled.
The knight dashed forward to deliver a sweeping slash toward Viserys. Parrying the slash, he prepared to retaliate with a stab but the gleam of another blade made him backstep, just barely avoiding the orange knight's downward slash. Viserys then sidestepped a stab from the purple knight before giving the man a hard kick to the chest that made him stumble back and trip over a random corpse. The knight was sent toppling to the ground.
Taking advantage of the temporary absence of the purple knight, Viserys sent out a slash toward the orange knight that was barely parried. He began relentlessly pressuring the knight in a flurry of ruthless strikes. Just as the orange knight seemed to be losing his footing, a warcry alerted Viserys to the purple knight's re-entry to the fight.
Growling in irritation, Viserys whirled around to bat away the purple knight's blade before stabbing at the knight with his other scimitar. The purple knight tried to avoid the stab but was not fully able to and Viserys's blade nicked the inside of his arm, drawing first blood. Gritting his teeth in pain, the purple knight roughly shoved away Viserys with his free hand making the Targaryen stumble back.
Seeing that his fellow knight was injured, the orange knight roared and gave a mighty slash toward Viserys's head who barely avoided the slash by letting himself fall flat to the ground. Taking a page out of Tristan's book, Viserys spun on the ground and sweeped the orange knight off of his feet.
Rolling away from a downward stab by the purple knight, Viserys retaliated by viciously kicking the knight's knee. The purple knight cried out as he was forced onto one knee before ultimately being silenced as Viserys used the chance to stab his sword through the man's open mouth.
A sudden weight crashing into him, caused by the orange knight barreling into him, made Viserys lose his grip on both of his swords. They began rolling and wrestling on the ground. Unable to match the older man's strength, the orange knight quickly mounted Viserys before he began raining down hard blows.
Viserys used his arms to block most of the knight's vicious punches before his hand-to-hand training kicked in. Wrapping his legs around the knight's waist, he used all his strength to position the knight's face closer to his waist before grabbing the knight's left arm while pulling his head down. Once he was in this position it was easy enough to put the man in what Perseus had called a 'triangle choke'.
"I bet you're familiar with this position, boy lover!" Viserys snarled, using all of his leg strength to squeeze the knight's head and neck, effectively blocking his airways.
The orange knight hopelessly struggled against the choke hold, his face reddened and he struggled to breath. It wasn't long before the man passed out cold. Rolling the man off of him, Viserys retrieved his swords just as Balaq arrived. "You look like shit." Balaq said, noting the prince's bruised face.
Viserys spat out a glob of blood. "Yeah well, they may have a stupid name but these Rainbow Knights aren't pushovers. Take this one back to the dungeons. I'm sure he's important to someone." He says gesturing toward the orange knight.
As Balaq and a few company men picked up the unconscious knight, a glint of silver caught his Viserys's eye, making him turn. Sprinting deeper into the camp was a company soldier with the very notable curves of a woman. She was dressed in the same black and gold lined leather armor that the unsullied shield guard wore. A mane of silver hair drifted in the air from out of the woman's golden spiked helmet.
It didn't take a genius to realize that there was a Targaryen in the armor, and that there was only one female Targaryen currently alive.
"Perseus is going to kill me." Viserys bemoaned before taking off after his young and very dumb sister.
oOo
Elsewhere, with Jon and Grey Worm…
"You're in over your head, Connington. Many knights far more skilled than you have tried to best me!" A sword slashed through the space that had just moments before been occupied by Jon.
Once Jon and Grey Worm saw the green and red knights of Renly's Rainbow Guard effortlessly killing their men they knew that they needed to stop them. The enemy soldiers had begun to rally around the colorful knights, their spirits were bolstered for every man the two knights killed. So Jon had raised his sword against the red knight who he had quickly realized was Ser Robar Royce. While Grey Worm had taken on the green knight, Ser Guyard Morrigen.
While the Unsullied commander was doing very well against his own opponent, Jon was having a bit more trouble against the young, virile and admittedly skilled Ser Robar.
"I'm getting too old for this shit." Jon grumbled as he parried another strike.
Sidestepping a stab, Jon performed an overhead slash that was blocked by Ser Robar before the knight retaliated with a quick strike.
"You swing that sword like a girl, boy!" Jon taunted as he just barely avoided another strike.
Ser Robar growled as he increased the force behind his strikes, "This girl will enjoy separating your head from your shoulders!" He snarled.
With each strike Jon parried he could feel his strength waning. Years of doing nothing except drinking and getting older had done a number on his fighting skills. In his younger days, Jon would have been handling Ser Robar a lot better than he was now. But while the old days of attacking his opponent with reckless abandon had long since passed, a much more cautious and cunning fighter had emerged.
Jon glanced behind the knight to see an oliphaunt stomping toward them, it's rider was dead and it's war tower had somehow fallen leaving it to simply rampage about the camp as soldiers peppered it with arrows.
"Now I remember who you are!" Jon feigned realization as he began slowly leading the knight into the path of the raging oliphaunt.
Ser Robar sneered. "You've never met me. I was just a boy when you were still groveling at the feet of Aerys the Mad." He says as he slowly stalks forward, oblivious to the incoming danger.
With how much noise was being made around them along with the added stomps of the other manned oliphaunts, it would be impossible for anyone to pick out one specific noise.
"Ah yes, forgive me. It was your whore of a mother I remember. Her skills were widely known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Are you positive you're not my bastard?" Jon asks as he lined up the unknowing knight with the oliphaunt's foot pattern.
"What did you just say to me, old man!" Ser Robar yelled angrily.
Jon grinned. "I'll make sure to keep your mother company through her grieving period." He quipped before a giant foot suddenly stomped onto the knight, smashing Ser Robar into bloody paste.
"And that's why they used to call me Cunning Connington." Jon chuckled as he watched the oliphaunt stomp over him to go off in a random direction.
Grey Worm finished his fight easily enough by batting away Ser Morrigen's sword before driving his spear through the knight's stomach. With their targets dealt with, Jon and Grey Worm rallied the surrounding men and pressed forward.
oOo
Elsewhere, with Tristan…
With another quick parry and stab combo, an enemy soldier fell dead to the floor allowing Tristan to keep advancing deeper into the camp.
Instead of staying with the bulk of the army like Jon and Grey Worm had, Tristan had instead taken a small group of men with him to go seek out Renly Baratheon. It wasn't every day that he would have the opportunity to kill a king after all.
Sidestepping a slash, Tristan swung his sword upwards to cut off the soldier's sword arm before silencing the man's pained scream with a stab to the throat.
"Are we even going the right way?" Duncan bellowed as he cleaved a man in two with his great sword.
Tristan batted away an axe before driving his Valyrian steel blade clean through the soldiers chestplate. "Just stay on the lookout for someone with flashy armor and a crown." He told him as he engaged another soldier.
"I don't even care if we find Renly. I haven't had this much fun since we sacked Lorath!" Duncan laughed as he drove his sword into the gut of a squire boy.
Grunting in agreement, Tristan redirected a spear into the ground before bashing the spearman in the face with the pommel of his sword, stunning the man before a swift slash cleaved his head off.
"The Stag King's tent is up ahead, Commander Tristan!" Yells Caspor Hill, a company serjeant.
Looking ahead, Tristan noticed a large tent with Baratheon banners. A knight dressed in yellow armor fought valiantly in front of it. "I'll deal with the knight." Tristan told them before he ran toward the knight.
Ducking under the swing of a great axe, Tristan slashed the back of the attackers knees sending the man falling to the ground only to be finished off by one of Tristan's men.
The yellow knight easily picked Tristan out by the glint of his Valyrian sword. "Why does a boy like you have a Valyrian steel sword?" The knight sneered at Tristan.
If the knight knew him, he would have known that Tristan wasn't one to talk much during a battle. It made no sense to trade banter with a soon to be dead man after all.
Sending out a slash at the knights head that was blocked, Tristan quickly switched stance and crouched low to stab at the knights lower half. Even though the knight was a bit surprised at Tristan's sudden stature change, he was able to bring his sword down to parry the stab.
The knight roared as he kicked the still crouched Tristan onto his back. "A nobody like you doesn't deserve a sword like that. I'll be taking it from your cold corpse." cackled the yellow knight as he slowly advanced toward Tristan who struggled to get to his feet.
In one swift action, Tristan suddenly lashed out at the knight throwing a handful of dust that he had gotten while he was seemingly struggling on the ground. The yellow knight screamed in panic as the dust flew right into his eyes.
Easily sidestepping one of the knights frantic slashes, Tristan swiped the point of his sword across the man's neck sending blood spurting out of the wide gash now in the knights neck.
"You talk too much." Tristan commented dryly as the yellow knight fell to the ground to quickly bleed out.
After casting a quick glance around, he saw that the men he had brought were all handling themselves well enough. So with that, Tristan made his way into the king's tent.
Tristan had been prepared for many scenarios once he had entered the tent. He was prepared for the merciful pleas of Renly Baratheon, a battle crazed Renly Baratheon with a sword at the ready, or even a docile Renly Baratheon who had accepted his inevitable fate.
What he wasn't prepared for, was a dead Renly Baratheon.