Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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The Mountain and I started to walk towards each other, our battleground ready for our clash. The area was wide enough for us to fight… but not big enough for Cersei to try and escape.

The mountain smirked at me gleefully throwing off his knight cloak to the ground, "I will enjoy this,"

His face was scrunched up in a weird mix of anger and pleasure, there was no doubt he was a really unstable individual. With that troubling expression on his face he slowly started to draw his long sword from his side, the blade made a hissing whisper that shouted danger as it was removed from the sheath but for me… it was nothing but another monday.

"KiLl HiM!!!!," Oh yeah, I had forgotten about Joffrey…

"Don't hold back or I am going to break you." I smirked at the Gregor, ignoring Joffrey, tuning out everything that wasn't the Mountain.

"Cocky little shit," The mountain snarled.

I shrugged and smiled, as I slowly started to approach him, "I have the material to be cocky… can you blame."

"Pff," The Mountain scoffed, swinging his abnormally big long sword at me, but with the same smile I had a few seconds ago, I ducked under his attack, dodging it with ease and giving a wink to the mad duo behind, while admiring they the Mountain was certainly fast for his size, "You bastard!"

I turned my attention back to the fight, "Now, where were we?" I chuckled dodging the next few swings, he was fast… but not enough to even reach me.

"Is that all you can do dodge?" The mountain snarled.

"Oh… no, I can do so much more… but I promised Dorne I would bring your sorry ass alive to them…" I smirked, "So you should feel lucky… I won't go all in on you,"

"A bug going all out… terrifying," Gregor mocked.

"Please… describe yourself in your free time, I'm not the poor doctor that deals with your sad mental state," I smiled.

*Ohhhhh cawww! Damn!*

"Arggg!" Infuriated The mountain charged forward, quickly sprinting towards me, rage consuming what little he had of rational thought.

"Cersei… Joffrey," I said with my smile slowly fading, "Allow me to show you… how terrifying I can truly be,"

Just when Gregor was about to clash with me, I jumped above him dodging his mindless charge, kicking him on the forehead with enough strength to push the behemoth back, who in response tried to attack me by swinging his blade, but with single step I found myself in front the raging beast, and outside the range of his blade.

"Don't be to hasty big guy," I winked, trying to infuriate him even more.

"I will fuck your skull!" Gregor roared, throwing a punch.

But moving ever so slightly to barely dodge the punch, I grabbed Gregor's wrist as his punch was passing in front of me, and proceeded to throw the bastard up high into the air, to the surprise of everyone, including him who just couldn't grasp what in the seven was going on, I pulled down on his arm, slamming the Gregor head first into the ground, with enough strength to plant his head on the ground, and by result ending the battle.

"I'll be honest… he didn't live up to the hype," I chuckled, looking at the terrified expressions both Cersei and Joffrey shared, "He's probably dead… oh well, I don't think Oberyn will be too mad…"

I started to walk up to the mad duo to see Cersei pulling out a knife, "Don't you dare getting any closer, filthy animal,"

"A knife?..." I laughed, "That's the equivalent of threatening a dragon with fire, have some dignity, and drop that toothpick,"

"I am the King! I command you to stop," Joffrey shouted.

"That doesn't work that way…" I deadpanned.

"I am your better! You are nothing!!!" Joffrey shouted back.

"If you explain to me… in one sentence why you love that thing you call a son… I might just let you live," I sighed looking at Cersei who simply didn't respond, "See… I don't get it either,"

"You won… but you won't get to enjoy any of it," Cersei smirked, lighting a match.

Taking a deep breath I threw my blade at Cersei like a spear and it stuck into her hand pushing her several meters back to a wall where the sword was now lodged. The Mad Queen screamed out in pain as her priced son peed himself, "For your information… I'm fireproof… so yeah,"

"I— I won't—-" Joffrey muttered in fear but a bitch slap was more than enough to knock the little bastard down.

"Well… that was… very anticlimactic," I sighed, as I walked to check if the Mountain was really dead.

*Do we give the signal?* One of the Ravens present asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

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[Tywin Lannister POV - 2 HOURS LATER]

This was a new feeling… total and absolute defeat, like the commoners said I backed up the wrong horse on this race, any minute now someone would get me… I didn't even care anymore… there wasn't anything I could possibly save from my family… Legacy… honor, nothing.. my children fucked everything up.

So here I was drinking vodka the drink my enemy manufactured, in the office that was given to me as… the hand of the king, waiting for the enemy army to get me, they had entered the city almost two hours ago, and if my calculations were right… for the first time since this fucking war started, they would be with me in meee moments.

"Lord Lannister," Ned Stark said, kicking the doors open.

"Lord Stark," I acknowledged, "would you care for a drink,"

Ned Stark stared at me for a second, confused, "The city… the Kingdom belongs to Ronard now,"

"Of that painful fact there is no doubt," I nodded, "Is my son alive?"

"He is… Ronard wanted to kill him… and send you his head… but other plans came up," Ned Stark answered.

"I see… it would've been a very clever move," I sighed, "My son is probably my one emotional weakness…"

"Aye, that's what Ronard said," Lord Stark nodded.

"Where is Oberyn?" I inquired, "from how much he hates me… I expected him to be the one to capture me,"

"He does, but he has other orders right now," Lord Stark sighed.

"Very well," I nodded, putting the vodka bottle and my cup down, "A very distinctive drink,"

"Like everything our King does," Lord Stark approached me.

"Yes… that sounds about right," I nodded, dropping my sword, "Lead the way Lord Stark, I'm sure many want to see me hang, let's not keep them waiting,"