My people! My battle

“My people my battle!” “Lyanna you are only a girl!” “I am the Lady of Bear Island. My people are being killed! I will deal with it!” “No” “James you have the prophecy to fulfil just make sure Daenerys doesn’t get the throne!” I rushed after before being stopped by more White-Walkers but slaying them I rushed up to the giant who was met by the yelling Lyanna who slammed her cleaver in between it’s eyes as the beast snapped her back and falling down crushed the teenager whose lay still in the ground, “I promise she won’t Lyanna!” before walking over to the Knight King’s location.

I jumped down to see the ice warrior draw his ice sword looking down at Bran who sat in his wheelchair smiled pointing behind him, “James... James Elysium or is it Lannister?” “The killer of you!” “How is Lyanna?” “You know what happened!” he turned around grabbing Bran by his collar and throwing him off his chair spoke, “I know why you are here but let me ask you this... you hate me for what I did but he knew this would happen all this time and didn’t warn you! Why should he live if I am too die?” I nodded before saying, “I know he does and that’s why I am going to do the opposite of what he expects!” and nodding at him we slammed our swords deep into his body, “I know what you want! But the honourable thing is to let me fight you!” “True but Brienne doesn’t agree!” and leaping out from her hiding spot slammed her sword into his skull causing him to pop like a bubble as the others around us did the same, “You killed Bran!” Brienne growled disgusted and nodding I simply spoke, “He knew what would happen and in my view would manipulate events for his own ends, I can’t let him effect the results of my decision!” she snarled walking off as I looked around before walking back to join the others who cradled the dead.

Sansa reappeared from her hiding spot looking at the dead the army was weakened but a win was a win, I crouched down to retrieve the body of Lyanna who now lay broken in my arms. Daenerys was already planning the next battle with Jon who was slightly uncomfortable by her lack of care but nevertheless still listened to the woman who kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry James!” Sansa spoke but looking back I snapped, “Where were you? Hiding?” “I am not a fighter James! I tried... I really did!” she clutched her arm and nodding I kissed her cheek before laying the dead warrior down marched up to Daenerys who held the token in her hand before snapping it off her I was met by the armoured plating of Jon who asked, “Where will you go next?” I looked back at the women who watched me contemplate my response. Would I side with Daenerys? Brienne, Jon, Sansa, Yara or Cersei and I nodding I spoke, “Get my armour and back to Cersei. I want to convince her to leave or surrender!”