The Wolf Dragon, Part 2BOWEN (continued)
Horns from the south responded to the wolf's howling. Too close. An army was coming up to their gates, where were the sentinels looking? Amazed by the fire, Bowen thought. And while it was still burning bright, the guards at the gate shouted they see the fiery heart on the banners, and among them the colours of Umbers, Mormonts, Manderlys and other northern lords.
The relief was almost visible in the air.
King Stannis rode in with his escort of lords. Besides king's men and queen's men, Bowen Marsh recognized Lord Manderly, Maege Mormont and one of her daughters, a few Umbers and some more Northmen. A small, middle-aged man in grey-green also rode with them, Bowen thought he had seen him before but couldn't recall his name.
Lady Melisandre ran to her king as he dismounted but Stannis stopped her with a grim look and grunted: "Don't forget about yourself, woman!"
Bowen could swear she intended to kiss him before everyone. Good gods.
Even the Queen appeared with
The Wolf Dragon, Part 1BOWEN
He had never felt this weary in his entire life.
The snowfall stopped by the morning, and the situation seemed more or less under hand for the last few days. It was Tormund and Melisandre who stopped the wildlings and the queen's men before a massacre would have broken out. Tormund departed with his host and took Wun Wun with him, thinking he wounded giant would be still safer in the wilderness than here, surrounded by vengeful knights.
Queen Selyse smiled when she saw Lord Snow dead, and Bowen Marsh shivered at the sight of that smile.
Good work, my lord" she said. He gave us naught but trouble."
Val spat in his face. I deserved it.
The red woman looked at him as if she saw through him, and her eyes were sad.
I warned him, but he would not listen. Daggers in the dark. I told him."
He finally spoke.
I never wanted it to come to this. I begged him so many times. The Night's Watch takes no part... he was wrong. He could never have saved those wildling
What Is Dead Can Never DieAU zombie apocalypse fic with Victarion. I dreamed I was him in this so I had to write it.
They came in waves and it seemed to Victarion they'd never run out. He clung to his shotgun and only stopped to reload sometimes. His companions did the same and none of them spoke. No one had enough breath to speak.
How many hours had it been since they stood here, leaning against a wall and shooting like a robot? Victarion had lost count.
And then they run out of ammunition.
He grabbed an axe and began to hack at the dead. He knew this was the end. They reached them now, and soon he had half a dozen bites. He knew he'd turn into one of them in a few hours, and he was never this tired before, but he kept fighting till the waves finally stopped for a while.
"Get in! Quickly!" Inside the house - an old abandoned hall - there were women and children, and a few exhausted warriors. How long would the doors keep them safe from the dead?
As he collapsed, too tired to stand, a doctor came t