Storming the Holdfast

You marched with your father up The Hook and towards the Red Keep there was fighting going on down the streets but the Goldcloaks and Lannister guard had mostly surrendered.

"How's Davos?" You asked your father now the fighting had died down.

Stannis grunted when you asked, "I don't know and it doesn't concern me right now," His eyes were set on the Red Keep as he kept storming towards the castle and his birthright.

You reached the Red Brick Holdfast where you had been only a few months earlier and it was quiet, too quiet. There were flickers of lights in the distant towers and from the great hall but the battlements were empty of the soldiers that you were expecting.

A white flag was raised above the battlements and your men were chanting victory songs. Some had even dropped their weapons to loot the corpses lying in the streets much to your fathers disgruntlement.

Stannis stood atop a wooden cart that had been left in the street and began speaking "We are not finished, we must storm the castle and capture the boy usurper and the Imp,"

You followed your father to the main gatehouse and marched through the now open gates. It was quiet walking through the empty gate and the only sounds were the footsteps of soldiers around you. You didn't like this. It was too easy but you were with your father and you wouldn't let him down. Stannis was dogged in his determination to storm the Red Keep and was leading the march through the narrow gate passage deeper into the castle.

That's when they struck. You looked up at the **** slits and battlements and saw the Imp.

"Now Men!" the Imp shouted standing with a battleaxe over his head. He brought the battle axe down and a dozen crossbowmen stood up and the first bolt was let loose.

Thump the bolt hit the soldier next to you through a gap in his mail and he fell. Then the soldier on the other side.

"Onwards!" Your King and father screamed in a battle cry marching forwards to try and avoid the fate of the men around you.

The man just in front of you fell backwards into you and you stumbled under his weight. By the time you got back to your feet you couldn't see your father anymore and the last of the Lannister forces were rushing from the entrance where he had headed. A full melee had broken down in the narrow gatehouse.

The first bolt hit you just in the mail under your arm. The bolt must've been an inch or two into you and the pain was unimaginable. You took a sword to the groin then a spear to the back of your leg. You stumbled to a knee and then the very last thing you saw before the world went black was the hooves of a mighty warhorse that was stampeding through the gate on one last hurrah.