Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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"Ahhhhh!!!" Cersei screamed and trashed as I carried her, the comatose mountain and the disgusting thing she called son on my back.

"Would you please stop… is just a minor cut in your hand…" I sighed.

But no matter what I told the soon to be death bitch, she was having none of it… maybe the pain of her wound was too much, or maybe she was having a meltdown… I mean she did lose everything she ever held dear today.

*Should we call Neltharion?* A raven inquired.

I pondered over that offer for a second, the walk to the castle was a very long way, and I had three people on my back, one of them making the walk… less than enjoyable.

"Alright," I sighed, giving the Raven the confirmation he needed to call my dragon son.

"You won't get away with this!" Cersei hissed with anger.

"I think I already did, though be my guest, try and stop me," I laughed, much to her annoyance.

I still couldn't believe it, this war was finally over… I was now officially the King of the Seven Kingdoms, not that I didn't have that title before… but now I had it without opposition, then again… Vale had yet to kneel… but they were as threatening as cocker spaniel…

Essos and Westeros were mine, I mean… I still had to conquer some cities in Essos… but with Braavos under my control that would hardly become a nuisance.

"Now… I have to focus on the wall… well, at least my attention won't be diverted," I smiled, this victory had a sour taste… because I still had yet to win.

"Wake up! And kill him!" Cersei shouted kicking the mountain.

"I planted his head on the ground… I ain't no doctor but he won't wake up anytime soon," I winked at her, enraging the already furious woman.

"Father will…." That was new… Cersei was lost for words.

"You lost… and it doesn't matter if you deny that fact," I sighed, "have some dignity… and wait for your sentance,"

Cersei remained silent for a second, holding her wounded hand, "Will I be judged as a noble?"

I knew what she wanted, a trial by combat… and by god that sounded fun, "You want a trial by combat don't you?"

"It's my right," Cersei said with a cold tone, one that carried hope.

I smiled, "You can have one… but who among your allies can beat me?"

"The King can't participate, for he is the judge…" Cersei replied.

I didn't know to what extent was that true…but even if it was…she had to know… I had other warriors no one could beat… I could choose a Bear, Neltharion… even a lion if I want to make things ironic, "Then I'll choose my dragon son, pick your poison… you are dying either way,"

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[Ned Stark POV]

The city was in a deplorable state, but we had won, Ronard was finally the one and only King in Westeros. A thought that never would've occurred to me years ago… the same kid I lend money to help him with his house. That kid was now that man I was proud to call my King.

"Have you heard anything about Ronard?" Oberyn inquired.

"Nothing yet…" I shook my head, "But you know him… he's probably taking the scenic route here,"

"That… is absolutely true," Oberyn laughed, "He probably killed the mountain… I haven't seen that bastard…"

"In your condition… it's better to leave that to Ronard," I commented, after all, his injuries from the last fight he had with Jaime would put him in a bad situation against that monster Tywin has… or had.

"I suppose…" Oberyn sighed.

"Neltharion is coming with the King," A soldier shouted entering the throne room.

"Well… it seems our King decided to bless us with its presence," Oberyn commented with a smirk.

"Aye," I nodded.

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[Ronard Mormont POV]

It took… sometime to tie the bitch of Cersei up…. After she had realized even without me on the trial she had requested she would still have zero chance of winning… well… let's say her normal crazy is nice compared to the shit beneath that.

To summarize my suffering… the bitch bit me as I tied her ass up to Neltharion… and if it wasn't because I wanted her to die in public for everyone to see… she would dead already.

"My King," Oberyn greeted me with a smile that disappeared as soon as he saw the comatose Gregor Clegane behind, "Is he dead?"

I jumped out of Neltharion's back, landing in front of Oberyn, "Kind of…. I think he is in a coma, but I don't know…" in reality the mountain could also be brain death… I mean… is the first time I plant someone on the ground.. I have no idea what to expect.

"Oh well…" Oberyn shrugged.

And to be honest that was not the reaction I was expecting… "Huh, well… cool,"

"Your grace," Ned Stark said, extending his arms… to give me a …. hug? Was this a thing now…

"Sure… why not," I shrugged, giving the man a short hug.

"The throne is waiting for you," Lord Stark smiled.

"Yeih… the most uncomfortable chair known to man is waiting for me…" I chuckled.

"You could always put a cushion… Essos is famous for having the best cushions in the known world," Oberyn laughed.

"Maybe? I was actually thinking something more along the lines of burning that thing off…" I shrugged.

•*THUD*•

"What do we do with the other passengers?" A soldier asked, pointing to Cersei, Gregor and Joffrey, who Neltharion had thrown off his back.

*I feel dirty for letting them mount me…* Neltharion shuddered, *I will go and take a bath… see you later father,*

"Well… if The Mountain wasn't dead already… that surely did the job," I commented.

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The Iron Throne... the seat of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, a piece of metal that is often used as a device to refer to the king's authority.

And the image I had of it in my head… was different… I was not prepared for the atrocity I was now witnessing.

"What in the actual fuck… is that?" I asked.

"The Throne," Ned Stark answered, with a confused expression.

"Ok… if I wasn't sure of burning this thing before… I am now," I commented, as I slowly walked up to the throne…

The Iron Throne was not AT all like the HBO version of it… noooo, the real throne was an asymmetric monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges and twisted metal, and here I was… about to sit in the biggest healthy hazard this world can offer.

"Here I go," I muttered, taking my… rightful place on Throne….and I felt powerful, I felt finally at peace because the Game was over, I felt…pain… wait pain? "I think I stabbed my arm…. with one of the blades,"

*Caw… yes you are bleeding a bit, but nothing bad,* A raven commented landing on the throne…. *I stabbed my feet…*

Well… who said power didn't come with pain…

"All hail King Ronard!* Ned started a chant that started small, but soon enough was shaking King's Landing itself.