Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:15:47 GMT -5
Alysanne wasn't a warrior. She despised the battlefield as much as a king might despise usurpers. Yet there she was, loosing obsidian shafts at the Others. Her courser whinnied and backed at the sight of what seemed to be the hundredth Other. Ser Gerald Yronwood thrust his long dragonglass spear into its neck, causing it to melt. An arrow after an arrow, Alysanne only had three left. She unsheathed her obsidian dirk and stroke at another enemy. She then made a mistake by looking at her companions. The moment she did, an Other cut trough her coursers’ splint bones, ordering the poor horse to make series of awful noises and fall. The impact threw Alysanne a few feet away from the dying horse and Other. Her head was aching, but she acted fast and stabbed the Other in its face. The dirk, however, exploded into shards and she threw the useless hilt away.
Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with an undead Baratheon soldier. The princess couldn’t draw her sword fast enough and felt cold hands around her throat. She tried to push him away, but he never even flinched. After some time, which felt like an eternity, the undead man was lifted high above and cut into pieces by Ser Gallagher. She coughed and coughed, until her lungs were filled with air again.
She saw Ellanyria on the ground, hurt. At least she wasn’t dead. Just as she searched the sky for other dragons the time seemingly stopped. Alysanne found the cause. Becawyr was falling heavily. She heard a loud thump and didn’t see the dragon move afterwards. She wanted to go, to find her mother, to help her, but Ser Gerald needed her help. He had gotten stuck under his destrier, struggling to get free. There were two Others approaching him and the Ser didn’t have any luck getting out.
Alysanne took her longbow, notched an arrow, drew, loosed and hit an Other closest to Yronwood. She quickly loosed another shaft but missed. Angry at herself, the princess swept the tears from her eyes and drew the last arrow.
The wind was against and the target moving about two hundred feet away. She only had one shot so she aimed and waited for the right moment. Loosing the last arrow, her heart jumped, when it hit.
Ser Joseff rode next to her on his white charger and gave her a hand. The knight pulled his princess on the horse and they headed towards Ser Gerald. Yronwood was half-buried under his dead horse, but he was alive and uninjured.
“For a moment there I thought I’d lost you,” she said after they had freed him of the corpse. Alysanne gave him a hug.
“For a moment I thought you did,” he answered grimly, gazing at where the Others once stood.
***
Princess Alysanne Targaryen was on her knees in the deep snow, looking at the remains of Becawyr and Queen Saella. She couldn’t show any weakness, she knew that… but just for today. She let some of the tears fall.
On the morrow, all this would be easier to handle. The summer was coming, after all.