章節 45: Fu*k! My! Life!
Guys I'm on holidays already so sorry for late updates. For example tomorrow I will drive 12 h to my family, so I'm not sure about the updates in the next two weeks. Sorry. Written on my phone.
The next day when we announced the news of impending attack the people were scared, some even wanted to run, but Mirri did her job as spiritual supporter perfectly.
I can't really say I blame them, our chances really do look bleak.
Being so afraid they hesitated, but when she brought them to look at me while I was digging the trenches, naked from my belt up, dirty and sweaty with the rest of the 1st Aries Legion everything changed.
Well I know I took the easy way out while naming it, but except of my Elites that were commanders in the 1st and a part of the 120 men transformed to our Andal style of fighting from Lhazareens and Dothraki cavalry attached to the Legion they were all natives from here.
Aries was a symbol or their pride for them and their religion.
Seeing their "Great one" work like the rest of simple soldiers took them by surprise and with over exaggerated speech from their spiritual leader no one waited anymore and tens of thousands of peasants started digging with us. Men, women, children. It didn't matter for them as they moved as one. Even going so far as to use their hands.
Religion is a scary thing and shouldn't be underestimated.
Mirri did great as well, using the situation for further brainwashing them the whole time they worked with the punch line being to follow me to hell and back. Cool.
Arthur started the training as well. I don't really like repeating crossbows, they are not accurate or powerful enough and just use the spray and pray style, but you don't need accuracy or power when there are thousands grouped together, lightly armored people attacking you.
On the second day I went to check on them and saw them kneeling behind a short, wooden wall that will be later used on the mound as the instructors informed me and sporadically leaning out to shoot few arrows and hide while the people behind handed the second crossbow to the shooter after reloading.
Arthur was good at that and brought some reserves in case some of them died.
The Dothraki and the cavalry were training the charge to make it as flawless as possible and the traps in front were spread as per the plans with a small free space in the middle for us too retreat.
Small retractable ramp that will act as part of the wall later was prepared for us when we retreat as well.
I had some free time so I finally decided to speak with my blond guest that was placed in one of the houses under guard.
"Hello ladies." I said as soon as I entered with Noya.
"She's dangerous little one." my guard already felt the same pressure I did the first time I saw one of the dark hair girls in the group as I nodded in confirmation.
I looked at the girl that was now checking Noya out, probably measuring how strong she was.
"Is there a reason why we're being kept here? You said we're not slaves after you took the camp." The blond that apparently was the leader glared at me with menace making me revert my gaze from the other beauty and look at her.
"You aren't My Lady..." she cut me off.
"I'm no Lady. I fight for living." she proudly stated. "You can call me Cerea."
I looked at her judgtngly. I don't have any prejudice for woman warriors, it's just that she didn't look like one.
"Alright Cerea, my name is irrelevant for now so please excuse me for not introducing myself. You said you're from the Westeros." the girl confirmed and moved closer to us to sit opposite me with the rest of the women standing behind her. "The problem is that Westeros is big so I need more details." I pointed at her. "So if you would be so kind and explain it to me..." I leaned back into the comfortable chair with Noya standing behind me.
They looked at each other and signaled something with their eyes, what I assume was an approval or rejection to tell me what I wanted to know.
"No." she said surprisingly.
"No? Alright. Noya be a dear and leave them north of the city as they are now. No need to give them food, water or transport. Doesn't really matter as the ones that captured them on the first place will come from the north as well. They're not bad looking so I assume they will have their uses for the Dothraki." I said and started to get up.
"Wait!" Bingo. She doesn't look like a cold hearted bitch.
"Wait for what? I think you don't understand your position Cerea, one word and you would be gang ra*ed by my men so please don't take my good will for weakness." my eyes stayed at every woman here for few moments just to make my point.
"I... I'm sorry. I'm just... new at this." Cerea lowered her head and said quietly.
The others placed their hands on her shoulders to give her more courage and it seemed to be working judging by the new determined look on her face.
"Do... do you know of Company of the Rose or Wolf Pack?" she waited for my reply.
"If I'm correct both of them originate from the North. I know the Rose was started because they didn't want to bend the knee to the Targaryens and Wolves were made by men and women from the North." I said what I knew about both of them.
"That's correct. The difference is that about thirty years ago they combined into one being the safe haven for Westeros Knights and anyone really who was against the dragons rule." when she finished I was probably looking like an idiot with my mouth wide open. "Judging from your expression you didn't. I can't blame you as this was my grandfather decision. We want to go back, but there's no place for us there even with the dragons gone." her sad face was on a verge of crying.
"But it's Baratheon rule now. He and ..."Queen" Cersei Lanister are ruling the realms." She probably caught on my distaste when I said it.
"You don't like Lanisters?" she asked a bit too enthusiastically. She did try to hide it, but she was bad at it.
"I can tell you. I can't say that I like them." my reply should be measured as a little less then neutral one. "I do have my problems with them." 'for example Cersei trying to fuck my family as per her daddy orders. Cunt.' I remembered the letter my mother sent me with the unnatural actions of the lions. Our business probably started to influence their income.
I will have to make sure that they feel pain during Ironborn sack of Lannisport.
"Then... can you help us return?" she still hides something from me and I don't like it. I can feel her being truthful for the most part and she's like an open book for my abilities, but there is still something... something related to Lanisters as her emotions fluctuated when we spoke about them.
I could feel her hatred was abnormal even when she tried to hide it behind that emotionless, beautiful face.
"Tell me everything or we will split our ways. I told you to tell me everything if you expect my help and since only you are willing to talk it's useless to check with the rest of the ladies here. What I can promise you, is that it will stay between us." I tried to push her a bit.
After my small assurance they again communicated again and I felt a slight headache when they looked at me. Especially the gorgeous black hair and grey eyes girl.
"He's telling the truth." I heard the grey eyes girl saying.
How the fuck did she knew that? I wanted to ask, but before I had the chance my body froze hearing Cerea's next sentence.
"Let me introduce myself again My Lord..." she stood up and bowed like a real lady. "My name is Cerea... Cerea Reyne. Trueborn daughter to Lord Orel Reyne, granddaughter to Lord Roger Reyne... The Red Lion and the rightful Lord of Castamere..."
Fuck! My! Life!
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