Capítulo 6: Chapter 6
I heard the distinction sound of a door opening, I looked around and saw a closet. I stealthily walked over to it, there was just enough room for me to fit in. I shoved myself into the wall-hanging robes.
Some heavy footsteps could be heard, then some speaking. "Looks all tidy, the old' kingslayer hand moved a hand." A different voice spoke, "Wait! That window wasn't open"
"You right, ain't cha?" the first voice spoke one more. They walked more, probably to investigate. I made a little plan.
I opened the closet door just enough for my foot to be able to move outside of it. I banged it against the floor. "Hey, what was that?" The second voice asked. "I don't know, why ya asking me, let's go investigate"
They walked into the Measter's private room. I stared through the crack in the door. They shook Luwin. Maybe they should've listened to Fred and split up.
I barged from the closet, shoving my short sword into the bigger one while covering his mouth with my offhand. Before the other one could scream I let go of my sword and grabbed the now dead man's dagger. I threw it into his eye.
My breathing intensified
Luwin woke up to a big old man bleeding to death on top of him and another man falling on top of him, clutching the sides of his head in pain.
The dagger was too short and didn't hit his brain; I pulled my short sword from his back and then shoved it into the other one's face with a gruesome crash.
My eyes darted back and forth from the three before I shoved my gloved hands onto Lwuin's neck.
I pushed, pushed, and pushed him farther down into the bed. His eyes turned blood red as he gasped for breath.
I felt something crunch under my hand then I let go.
My breathing intensified even faster. I was getting dizzy. My whole world was shaking.
I tried to be calm as I walked over to the door of the Measter's chamber and closed it. I needed to cover my tracks and blame it on Uncle Jaime.
He will be executed, I know he can redeem himself. I should let him escape.
I grabbed one of the guard's spears and shoved it into the wounds I inflicted, besides the dagger in the eye. I didn't need anybody connecting the two, with my sword and the wounds.
I grabbed the big one and dragged him over to the windowsill, then I dragged the small one over to the corner near the window.
I shoved the spear once more into the beginning one's back; I pulled down his utility belt a little, then shoved him out the tall window.
I sat the other one in the corner and slashed his neck again for the blood splatter. I grabbed some potent-smelling vials from a rack.
I poured them onto the floor next to Luwin's bed. I walked over to his closet and cut off a piece of cloth from one of his robes. Using the grey cloth I rubbed the floor until the blood came out.
I threw it in the back of the closet; I stabbed the parts of Luwins blanket that had blood stains on them.
Ok, now that all of the evidence is taken care of how do I get Jaime out of here?
I looked at Luwin and remembered the other night when I was training in the yard. I opened the door to the Measter's chamber. My hood was covering my face and hair, I made sure of that.
I walked over to the closet room and opened it, praying for the best. The man was sleeping; it was an ordinary room, nothing special.
It was the wrong man, I crept out of the room and went to the other side of the hall. A little before the sharp turn there was another door. I walked into it steadily, the same room practically.
Now it was the right man. The rider who delivered the message from Lysa. I slashed his throat. He drowned in his blood. I grabbed his clothes from off a chair in the corner. A hood and some riding leathers.
I hoisted the body over my shoulder and shoved him under the bed. I grabbed the clothes and leathers before heading back to Jaime. He was sitting up looking around the room, I made sure my hood was still down.
"Put these on" I threw the clothes at him. The rider and Jaime were close enough in stature.
"Yuh-huh" Jaime nodded and stood up before crappily putting on the leather straps. I had to assist him, then her clipped the hood together.
I flipped over his hood then guided him away. We turned the corner and went down a set of stairs. Our steps were loud on the granite steps. It was freaking me out.
Jaime fell forward and I had to catch him. His steps were slurred and weak, his leg wound only half healed.
We passed a few unsuspecting servants, the nosy ones were meant with a confident stride. You can walk into any fortress or castle with a confident walk.
A few more turns and long walks through granite hallways and we were at the stables. I sent Jaime to the rider's horse. "Wait here" he pet the horse then gave me a sluggish nod. I walked to the kitchens.
I snuck around the kitchens entrance. A voice startled me "do they not feed you in kingslanding? You do not need to sneak food"
It was Robb. I replied nervously "sorry just habit. Down in kings-landing I sneak into the kitchens a lot for food" I rubbed the back of my head.
Robb pushed the door open and ushered me in. "Oi, cook, make us some chicken" Robb yelled out across the oblong room.
They nodded and started the cooking process. Pulling out the chicken. I hope Jaime is OK.
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