A New King

Robert gurgled as Ned plunged his broadsword through his chest. The Kingsguard layed dead around him, fallen under the swords and arrows of Stark and Lannister.

Ned looked up as Sansa was lead away from the battlefield, covered in the former King's blood. Cersei stopped the northern girl as she left, cleaning her face and giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

So what happens now?" Ned asked as the Queen approached. "We need a new King, my lord." "I never wanted this. I just wanted my daughter back," Ned spoke quietly as he stared at his friend's corpse.

"But think of what you can do now. King of Ice." Cersei whispered in his ear, caressing his sweaty chest. "Hail the King of Ice!" Cersei said, soldiers around her stopping to stare, kneeling before their new liege.