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Chapter 8 by Damos Damos

What's next?

Surrender

The door swung open and seeing Margaret quickly follow behind Arthur and the Queen they guided past as Lagertha began to call out to her men, “Stand down, it’s over! The king is dead!” they looked over to her as she reassured them with a nod stopped as they fell to their knees, “Guards disarm them take them to a room to be held prisoner!” they nodded watching gingerly as they saw the Queen be escorted down to the courtyard; it was when they began their walk down the stairs where they were met by the tall blondish knight kicking three guards down the stairs smiling when she saw her trainee alive, “You!” Arthur pointed at, “You have a lot of talking to do!” “What do you mean?!” “Let’s stop the killing then... talk it out!” she nodded before joining their side spoke, “I’ll protect you, don’t you worry!”

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The surrender was quick and efficient, there would be a new king but who it would be was under question but before that; a reunion. “Son, you’re alive and killed the King!” “Easy... enough!” Arthur laughed his arms crossed where he saw his bloodied brother, “Still in one piece Alfred?” “Yes but how you are in one piece is a mystery!” “I know... Brilliant isn’t it!” he rolled his eyes as they looked over to Olaf who staring lustfully at Margaret watched as she moved close to Arthur’s side where Brienne was already standing their arms folded, “Rewards needed to be issued!” Olaf spoke before looking at Alfred simply smiled Cersei leaned into Olaf’s ear and spoke, “You know how to govern and have proven it, you should rule!” Olaf laughed kissing her cheek before saying, “No, I’m too old for it!” he paced back and for looking at his son’s before simply saying, “Arthur... look; your claim to any sort of power is minimal; I’m sorry because if you were legitimate it would be yours. Alfred you are the ideal son but making you king is a kick in a teeth for your brother who without him, we wouldn’t be here today!” he looked at them both torn between tradition and duty with deservingness and achievements; it was then when he spoke:

Whose king?

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