After 7 targets, 6 dead and one immobile, the arrows in Skago's lady archer's quiver. The battle was near its end, so she ran into the brawl with an axe of her own. Naming another kill, this one with an axe.
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"Don't" Skaga exclaimed as one of them come to pick up the exhausted man. "Care to Bronn, look if his foot is to spare."
The result of this fight was in their favor. They had killed all the thirty cannibalistic Wildling, while there were losses to their side too.
Bronn's foot cannot be reattached to his body. The axe he was cut by was blunt and mushed away all the bone and flesh. There were 4 deaths, leaving the already small warriors of the tribe to dwindle further.
The tribe now had 11 warriors, all of them injured, gravely so they had responsibilities to hunt for the non-fighting population of 13 elders, 10 children, and 6 women. The already scarce food was to be met with no hunting days for some time, horribly lowering their chances of survival.
The winter was ruthless. The wound would fill slowly amidst the body's need to maintain the temperature.
And there was no rest at Skaga's home as he had a dying child and a crying mother to care for.
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Oberyn and Mimirsen had reached Lion's den, Casterly Rock. There were ravens of them to be visiting the rock, but the foster after of the Starks and the prince of Dorne was welcomed by the Lannister hosts, Kevan Lannister and her niece, Cercei.
Jaime Lannister was not seen, probably not in Casterly Rock, as Cercei and Jaime were separated by her Mother Joanna Lannister after she had found out about their activities her from a servant before her death by childbirth.
After her death, the twins did not actively seek each other, as Cercei was infatuated with Prince Rhaegar and his titles, while Jaime was training to become a great knight.
"Why are we have to welcome with respect to a Northern Barbarian and a smelly Dornish manwhore?"
"Hold your tongue, niece, one of those is someone who gifted Lionkin, the Valyrian sword, for which Tywin is grateful. You don't see my brother be grateful every day, actually, he can never be grateful to someone, this is a special case."
"We paid in gold for that sword, 6 million golden dragons is not something even we could just summon out of our mines and throw in the sea."
"Gold could not buy Valyrian, dear niece, and I wonder if this Barabaraian had asked for your handing marriage as the price for the sword, Tywin, your father would have given that a serious thought."
Cercei looked at his uncle for a moment to return her eyes forward.
"Still the smelly Dornishmen, even the Targeryans say they are hideous whore, could fuck anything with a hole in it."
"Because he is a prince, the one who marries is a princess, you could still be betrothed to this manwhore you call, if your father chooses that for you."
"That is not possible, Aunt Genna had told me that I would be betrothed to Prince Rhaegar. I remember Father said he would talk to the king"
"Did she now? When did she say that?"
"During the tournament in honor of Viserys's birth at Lannisport. Father is the hand, surely King Aerys would agree to the Lions." Cercei puffed her chest with pride, whileKevanrolled his eyes, knowing the chances of such a thing happening is as likely as Baratheon ruling the seven kingdoms or a Stark accused of treason. Non-existent.
Or Magic re-emerging, or Dothraki in Westeros, or the honorable Mormonts accused of heinous crimes such as slavery or...
The two men came close to the Lannister host, getting down from their horses.
"I don't remember practicing ravenry before coming here?" Oberyn oozed sarcasm while putting his Maester chains aside.
"We have good friends with us, Tywin told me to take great care of the Prince and Mimirsen, if they would come."
Jim looked at Cercei, whose eyes were stuck at Oberyn, or in her eyes full of disgust, a Dornishmen.
'This makes me a liar, Cercei by the looks of it is infatuated with the Targaryen, making the advice or rather a warning to Tywin seem like a lie, he would be greatly displeased of insulting his house's honor. While administrating some vigilance on his part as a contingency.'
'Putting my nose in any unrelated business, such as the Lannister incest one has returned to bite me in the arse. Thinking twice did not fare well, I should think thrice before taking action
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Skaga returned to his home, whatever he may call it, it was a makeshift tent made of twigs and branches, where smelly animal hide were their clothes, food was like the sun, rare in these parts and everyone was suffering.
The men beyond the wall took pride in not bending their knees to the southern lords, but if Skaga could march south of the wall, he would bow so hard in the ground for his tribe. only if those black cloaks don't kill him at first sight.
Nearing his house, the cries and shouting of Lila could be heard. The worst must have come for their family.
Skaga did not show any expression. No sadness, no anger, he just stood there as the broken man he was inside. Everyone beside him was sad for him, they had their own pain in mind but the moment the cries of his wife, and mother came, they had their eyes on Skaga.
Everyone forgot their pain, someone had his leg cut off, someone would not come home to see his child or wife, and someone would not live past a week, but they all were sad for Skaga only.