The Battle of the Trident part 2

The battle had begun in seconds. Banners of the many houses of Westeros waves through the air or were torn to the ground covered in mud and blood. The clashing of swords, the flying of arrows, and the screams of men holding on to life were ringing all around the battlefield.

And at its center, the dragon prince rode on horseback in search of the usurper, Robert Baratheon.

A small part of Rhaegar was regretting his actions. He knew that he was on the edge of a blade when he placed that crown of blue roses on the head of Lyanna. Doing so brought shame to his wife, his honor, and his respect from the kingdom. Than one year later he and that very same woman ran off together. And now Rhaegar stood in the center of a battle that could decide the fate of his life, his family, and the realm itself.

‘The things I did for love’ He thought in shame.

Rhaegar’s thoughts ended with a loud battle cry coming towards him. It was a scream that could shatter glass. It came from one man. A man covered in steel, his helm in the space of horns, his hands grasping a spiked warhammer, his chest plate showed a black stag standing on a yellow field. It was the crowned stag himself, Robert Baratheon.

Rhaegar turned his horse towards the usurper and rode towards him. Their rides galloped at top speed towards each other and their weapons aimed for each others heads. One a sword and one a hammer. Like riders of the joust, these men collided into one another swinging their weapons. Both men fell to the ground along with their mounts. The two foes hit watery surface hard, their helmets fell off them in the process. Robert was the first to stand.

“Aaaaaaah...Get up you coward, get up and fight like a man!” He said retrieving his hammer from Rhaegar’s horse. The dragon prince rose quickly to his feet and picked up his sword. They faced eachother, weapons gripped tight.

“So the dragon spawn finally grows a pair and comes to fight.” Robert said.

Rhaegar stood silent.

“I hope you enjoyed taking your pleasure out of **** my love, cause after I kill you, I’m gonna **** your dornish whore you call a wife, I’ll kill her and your children. And l’ll rip that crown from your bastard father, place his head on a spike, and than I’ll be ki-“

Before he could finish, Rhaegar ran towards the usurper and swung his sword. It collided with Roberts hammer. Rhaegar swung again and again and again. Robert deflected each slash and made a swing of the hammer, Rhaegar swept to the side missing the spiked weapon. But Robert tackled the prince so hard he flew into the river. With his sword knocked from his hands scrambled to retrieve it. He could hear the laughing of his enemy.

“This is a beautiful sight, The dragon on his knees.” Robert kicked Rhaegar in the groan turning him on his back. The two met eye to eye.

“I’m gonna make sure you scream before you die!!!” Robert began to swing his hammer.

Rhaegar grabbed his blade and swung below Robert. The steel hit in between Roberts’s plate and tore at his legs. A roar of pain left the usurper before dropping his hammer and landing on his knees. Rhaegar rose from the ground. He stood behind the kneeling Robert. Blood and sweat poured down the princes face. His purple eyes lit up in anger and his sword rose up high.

The prince took his swing.....and slashed at Roberts back missing his neck. The usurper fell and battlefield went silent.

“Lord Robert has fallen!!!” Someone had shouted.

“The battle is lost!!!” Another man shouted.

“Flee for your lives!!!”

Soon the field turned to chaos as men began to scatter in all directions. Rhaegar looked on to the flight of the rebels. But his eyes were met with a man running towards him instead of away. He saw the great grey direwolf across the mans armor. It was Eddard Stark.

Winter had come for Rhaegar.