3-Marshall vs Gregor

Marshall finally made it to the common floors of red keep

the screams throughout the city resounded even in the castle, he knew he had little time

"Come on my samurai, mom must be in Aegon's room" Rhaenys

Marshall felt little Rhaenys tremble, he finally realized that the fear the poor child felt was much greater than his own.

Marshall then continued running, he swallowed his fear

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The castle's maids and servants ran in fear

the guards seemed to have disappeared

Marshall walked around the castle without any obstacles, finally understood how the Red Keep fell without explanation

Tywin's men were not just on the city walls and guarding

Marshall felt the terror of the old lion, no wonder he is the most dangerous man in Westeros

'shit...running away to the harbor now that I realize it's stupid...no doubt Tywin must have already controlled that...shit' Marshall

Marshall just couldn't think of an escape plan, he was just a truck loader.

He held little Rhaenys tighter on his lap, his mentality was weakening

Rhaenys seemed to sense this, she then looked at Marshall's dirty face

"my samurai.....you cannot be afraid...knights are not afraid" Rhaenys

"my lady....I don't know if there is any man in the world who doesn't have fear" Marshall replied without thinking

"...there is...my father and his knights are not afraid of anything" Rhaenys

Marshall looked at the little girl and was quiet.

'Your father caused a civil war because of a woman... maybe he really isn't afraid, that's the only way he's capable of doing something stupid like that...'

Marshall didn't like Rhaegar at all, but he didn't say that obviously

"My samurai... I believe you will be stronger than knight  Arthur, you will always protect me" Rhaenys said excitedly

Marshall looked at the excited little girl who seemed to forget her fear

"....yes my Lady"

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A beautiful woman with tanned skin and dark hair was holding a small baby, she looked weak and thin but she held the children tightly in her hands.

Elia Martell was deeply worried, her daughter was missing and the city was being invaded

She chose herself in her son's nursery, waiting for the screaming to stop.

Even though she was kind and calm... in her heart she had an endless hatred for the man who caused all the chaos

When her husband introduced another woman to the tournament, she was wise and didn't fight.

When rumors spread around the castle, she ignored it.

She couldn't believe her husband would kidnap the Stark girl, she couldn't believe her husband would ignore the safety of her and her children.

But now she was alone and trembling with fear, with no knight to look after her.

All the knights were taken by Rhaegar

Left alone with two children in a castle with a father-in-law who hates her

She regrets marrying the dragon prince

Suddenly the nursery door was opened, Elia hid behind the closet with her son

"mommy?"

hearing the voice of his beloved daughter, Elia went out and looked

her little girl held the hand of a young dirty teenager

"DAUGHTER" Elia ran to hug her

Feeling her mother's kisses, Rhaenys smiled

"Mommy, look, this is my samurai...he will protect me forever!" Rhaenys pointed her pinky at Marshall

Elia looked at the boy, she didn't know what a samurai was but she was grateful that the young man had brought her daughter

Marshall had no time to waste and didn't wait for Elia's thanks.

"We have to leave now" Marshall

"it's dangerous to go out, it's better to hide and wait" Elia

"No...waiting is the same as dying...my Lady, let's go, Miss Elia, bring the baby and let's go" Marshall

"But...." Elia wanted to argue

She is the daughter of Dorne and her children are the king's heirs, even if they are captured she does not believe they would be killed

However, before she finished speaking, the door opened again.

A man over 2 meters tall covered in armor entered

his armor was full of blood

Marshall looked at the freak that was 3 times his size and trembled.

Gregor Clegane looked at the 4 people and advanced without even drawing his sword, he liked to kill with his hands

"quickly move away" Marshall shouted and drew his katana

Marshall stood in front of Gregor, when he drew his sword his body stopped shaking

fear was replaced by expectation.....

In his vision he saw Gregor's data

[strength = 108, agility 42, endurance 102, military command = 70]

'freak...my only advantage is agility...'

Gregor looked at the thin beggar holding a thin black sword and snorted in contempt, this blade couldn't even make scratches on his armor.

"Dirty trash!" Gregor moved forward to hold Marshall