Capítulo 50: Chapter 50
Sandor Clegane was the first to move, ducking out of the tavern into a dark alleyway so he could move ahead of the two. He didn't care about Amory Lorch, he was after his brother's head alone but he still kept his eyes on him. After getting ahead of them Sandor stepped out with his sword drawn.
"Remember me? Yeah you do... You've known this day was coming, didn't you brother? This was how it was always going to end." Sandor said coldly to Gregor, while Amory froze up due to the sudden appearance, Gregor didn't say anything except giving a grunt as he readied his sword.
Amory quickly moved back to give the two room to fight it out, he didn't want to fight such a big guy like Sandor especially since it seemed he didn't care about him, with his attention solely on the two he failed to notice the shadow he was moving towards. Oberyn used [Sap] on Amory just as Sandor and Gregor began their fight, Ellaria grabbed him pulling him into the alley to tie him up. They didn't want a quick death for the two.
Oberyn remained in stealth and just as Gregor had knocked Sandor down and was about to try to finish him off, Oberyn used [Garrote] on Gregor from behind causing a massive wound which hemorrhaged blood.
Gregor screamed in pain and quickly slashed his sword behind him towards Oberyn who evaded the swing with ease.
"Do you know why I have come all the way to this shitty castle for you? I am the brother of Elia Martell and I am going to hear you confess before you die. You raped my sister, you murdered her, you killed her children. Say it now and I can make it quick." Oberyn taunted Gregor as he danced daggers across his hands.
Sandor, gets up from the ground and spits towards his brother.
"Get in fucking line then, cause if anyone's killing this fucker it'll be me. Yours ain't the only sister he raped and murdered and it wasn't the last either." Sandor once again went on the attack and this time he was pushing back Gregor. He was seriously wounded by Oberyn.
Going back into stealth Oberyn [Garrote] Gregor again as he defended himself from Sandor.
The scream Gregor made from the second attack woke Amory up but Ellaria quickly knocked him unconscious with a fist to his temple.
Sandor seeing the chance he was looking for swung his sword as hard as he could. Seeing the incoming attack Gregor raised his sword to block, but due to blood loss he didn't have his usual strength. He was only able to partially block the attack, Sandors sword cleaved half way into Gregor's neck surprising him.
"That was too fast. My love, come heal the man a bit I'm not done with him. We are just getting started, I've got some poisons to try out." Oberyn, clearly unhappy with how quickly Gregor was defeated called for Ellaria. He planned to take his time. Interested in what the man planned to do Sandor decided to stick around.
Both Gregor and Amory could be heard screaming for the next few hours until their voices were gone from their own screams, their voice boxes damaged by their screams. Oberyn and Ellaria raped both men repeatedly, Ellaria using a Dornish strapon on their mouth while Oberyn plowed their arses. Sandor shivered at the sight making a mental note to not piss off a Dornish as he walked out, he enjoyed that his brother was getting a taste of what he did to their sister but that didn't mean he needed to watch it. His ass hurt just watching it. Satisfied with finally getting his revenge he returned to the tavern to have a celebratory feast of his own, he planned to return home to tell his sister the good news. After that he didn't know, he never thought past his revenge. In fact he didn't expect to survive getting his revenge, he figured they both would've been mortally wounded. He never expected help.
Back in Kings Landing the coronation went perfect, those that wanted to start trouble were quickly discouraged by Alexstrasza who was in her dragon form and the three other dragons flying overhead as Alexstrasza watched over Kings Landing. Myrcella had even timed their fly over Kings Landing with the ceremony which added to the grandeur and spectacle. He knew from his memories of what Uther had taught him. The bigger the spectacle the bigger the hope the people have. It wasn't about manipulation, it was human nature. The more hope humans have the stronger their determination and drive to move forward come with it. If you can kill a person's hope, you've won over them without needing to do anything else. A hopeless person would be self destructive, they no longer care about anything or anyone including themselves. Give them hope, and they will gladly die, for their death could pave the way for their loved ones to have that brighter future.
But that was also what made making a single object as that symbol of hope so dangerous. If that symbol falls, dies or is lost or worse turned, then all that work would instantly be lost. It was the reason Cyrus had begun implementing the factions like the Argent Crusade, Burning Crusade, Silver Hand and others. Even if something happened to him, not all hope would be lost. They would have the cities and trainers to improve without him, so they would have a chance unlike if he had focused it solely on himself.
After the ceremony ended Cyrus and the retaliatory group had left through a portal to Stormwind to make final preparations. During this time Cyrus was bombarded by his mother on marriage arrangements, finally seeing no way out he told his mother whatever she chose he was fine with. Had he paid attention to the smile and sparkle in his mothers eyes he would've instantly regretted his words.
Catelyn had been talking to Olenna and a few other mothers, when the subject of marriage came up Catelyn at first was hesitant to choose because she felt like her husband, she wanted her children to choose their own marriage. But Margaery and Obara had been studying the ancient history of the Stark family, and one day when it got brought up again, when Catelyn tried to dodge they brought up the fact that many Starks had multiple wives. Wives not lovers, they were legal wives thus not bastard born. Bran the builder had more wives and children, both true-born and bastards, than any other recorded king.
This comment planted a seed within Catelyn's mind. Each night seeing the girls talk about her son and seeing the looks they gave him when he was around fed that seed more. Both Margaery and Obara knew what they were doing and had discussed it with the others. Although a few were reluctant to share they quickly accepted seeing the others so readily agree, they didn't want to be kicked out and kept away by the others. So they all made sure to make comments and innuendos around Catelyn. Although she was older than the girls, she couldn't see past their carefully crafted plan. Sansa and Arya couldn't help but be stunned at the girls, they couldn't see sharing their man. Sansa had taken a fancy to Willas Tyrell, he was intelligent and kind. He was famous for breeding the finest hawks, hounds and horses in the Seven Kingdoms. He was well liked and thanks to being healed at the tournament he had no lasting injuries. He had many offers of engagement which he would've taken until he met Sansa. He dropped all his playboy antics with others and had been slowly winning over Sansa, with a little help from Margaery.
Arya and Tommen were close friends but hadn't done more than hold hands. They trained together all the time, Arya's determination had rubbed off on him making him tougher and more courageous. His bad experiences his brother Joffrey put him through was but a vague memory.
He still misses his mother and father, even Robert since he always treated him well, he cried the day he found out King Robert was killed. Tommen trained and fought harder ever since that day, he was determined to ensure they wouldn't take his sister and Arya by fighting them himself. From that day on his [Cat Form] had changed into a large golden-yellow lion with a large mane of hair.
After the coronation of Cyrus was completed Renly Baratheon was livid. He felt if Stannis didn't want the throne he should've passed it to him rather than a Stark. Within his solar in Storm' End he was getting counsel from his loyal followers Loras Tyrell and Brienne of Tarth. Both wished for him to be crowned, Loras much more than Brienne due to he was lovers with Renly, Brienne knew it was impossible. She had witnessed the fight Cyrus had with Marrowgar and her seeing Julia Celeste jumping down and facing the monster that shook her to her core, she had found herself an idol. A few idols in fact, she watched as other women fought that fear courageously head on, Catelyn Stark had held her ground even though she wasn't in the fight itself. But everyone saw her casting spells healing the ones in front alongside a dragon in humanoid form which they didn't find out till after the fight.
Brienne respected the Starks much like most lords as well as commoners, she had seen they weren't like most houses south of the neck. There hadn't been any negative rumors regarding House Stark besides the usual northern savage or barbarian, but not any of them harming innocent lives or others in general. She was trying to advise against going after the Starks in any way. Loras on the other hand was wanting to push for at least making the Stormlands independent and naming himself King, he was even offering to talk his sister into marrying Renly to give him his Tyrell support. Loras knew his sister wanted to be queen and he knew there were a lot of women surrounding Cyrus, he figured she would jump at the chance. Brienne knew House Tyrell had already backed House Stark just as everyone else, but the two men couldn't see past their own cocks so they refused to listen.
Both men felt the world and its people belonged to them, Renly even changed his own arms to a stag with roses which many of his bannermen questioned this move. They even tried to dissuade him for the fact that it could send the wrong message to the Wolf and House Tyrell who was already behind the Wolf. Many had heard that the Queen of Thorns had actually moved to Stormwind City.
Renly had felt he was being mocked when he found out the name Cyrus called his city. His dislike for the Starks had grown, especially since Loras fed that dislike. Loras too had a dislike for the Starks, ever since just before the tourney his grandmother Olenna had gotten much more stern with him. Telling him he needed to go north and learn what was making the northerners so strong, he didn't openly refuse her but rather than head north he headed to Storm's End instead. He tried to get his sister to come but she had refused, Margaery knew what her brother was up too and she knew not to go against their grandmother. Plus the things she was hearing in the north had intrigued her the same as her grandmother, so she didn't have an interest in someone who was fourth in line of succession at the time.
Margaery, same as her grandmother, was seeing signs of the North going independent. They sold most of the food to the north so they were one of the first to learn of massive changes in the north, when the north began buying less and less food they knew something changed.
Not long after, new products began shipping out causing massive commotion across the realm.
Soaps, Alcohols, Paper, Glass, Battery-Powered Lights, Games, Toys, Potions, Weapons and Armor one thing after another. The new forms of transit were the biggest hit out of everything. Now humans were flying through the skies, only the rich mind you but many northern commoners were now generally more wealthy than southern commoners.
House Tyrell were keen business people and foresaw the Starks surpassing even the Lannister's in wealth, so they had begun early in repairing their relationship with the north. That was the reason Olenna had started coming down on Loras. He was letting his feelings cloud his judgement. Olenna didn't care about their relationship, she cared about the family.
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