Part 2
King Tommen had not assumed his kingly responsibilities when he came of age but kept indulging himself in his personal pleasures. He was well known to have a great liking for food and had thus earned himself the nickname “the Fat”. The nickname did describe his body composition quite well too. It did not surprise me that Cersei was thus still in power. I had been waiting for four hours in the throne room when Ser Meryn Trant appeared. "The Queen Regent awaits you in her solar, if you would follow me." he said. I was escorted up a pair of stairs and through a long hallway. Outside a stout oaken door a huge knight with a white cloak stood guard. He opened the door and I walked through. Queen Cersei was sitting in the room next to her brother, Ser Jaime.
The Kingslayer. I went up towards her and did a short bow. A small mark of dissatisfaction could be seen on her face but it disappeared as quickly.
I will not give her the satisfaction of seeing me kneel. "We've been expecting you." she said. "Our swords are yours to command. If there's if any pocket of resistance left after Stannis I would be honored to take battle command of joint forces and put it to an end." I replied. "You dare suggest to me that Dorne would lead any offensive after you've been hiding in your deserts for the entire war!" she burst out in anger. "I'm sure our young Dayne meant no offense by his suggestion" Ser Jaime said. "The Dornishmen will march, but you will not march against Stannis. You and Mace Tyrell will be marching towards the Stormlands under my own command." I had not expected this. Arianne had not granted me any specifics as to how our "betrayal" would be concluded. I assumed I would have to improvise. "As you command, my lord." I said and turned around exiting the chamber.
I was escorted back to the Throne Room by Ser Meryn where my two guards awaited. On our way to the gate a small party of 4 gold cloaks came before us. "Whom of you is Lord Edric Dayne?" a man broad of shoulder said. "I have that honor. On whose business do you ask?" I replied. "The Queen Regent has decreed that you are to be arrested for high treason. Surrender and your blood need not be spilled today."
How could they know?! There was noone else... I unrattled my longsword just in time to fend off the a spear thrust directed toward my torso. I grabbed the spear and pulled it getting the guard off balance. A quick slash and his throat was open. I turned toward the next, dodged his spear and thrusted my longsword into his belly, and twisted.
Two down, two to go. I drew out my longsword leaving the man sinking toward the ground. That's when I felt an impact across my back followed by pain. I turned around just in time to dodge a slash that would have separated my head from neck. My own guardsmen had turned on me! I threw myself to the side barely avoiding a clash of steel from both sides that would have finished me off.
I guess we're back to four then. They would not expect me to initiate an attack so that's just what I did. I came quickly upon my two old guardsmen staggering the first with a plated fist to his belly which left me just enough time to end the other with a downcut connecting and sinking deep into his shoulder. I grabbed his sword from him and blocked a downcut from the other man while simultaneously slashing towards his body opening his belly up. A guardsman came charging in with his spear. I casually sidestepped avoiding it and drew my pommel straight into his unprotected face creating a bloody mess of it. The last guardsman made a feeble attempt at a thrust, I catched the spear. Closed in on him and kicked his feet out from under him which made him lose his balance and fall flat on his back. I threw the guards sword away and drew mine straight through him while he was lying on the ground trying to catch his breath.
Part 3
I watched the scene I had created, six dead men lying on the ground. I heard a voice just behind me and spun around. "My Lord, I do not think I need to point out the situation you are in. If you would come with me I will help you." a plump man goldcloak said. "And why should I trust you, your associates just tried to arrest me. Who is to say you would not deliver me straight into the paws of Cersei?" I said. "Appearances are not always what they seem. Yet it seems to me you have little choice unless you intend to single handedly fight your way out through two thousand gold cloaks and the strength of both Dorne and Highgarden." he replied.
I guess he is right. I do have little choice if I hold my life dear. I followed the man over the empty courtyard into one of the buildings surrounding it. He led me down a stair into a damp cellar which was used for storing wine. He led me between two casks and pushed on a place in the wall behind them. A path appeared as out of nowhere. I followed him inside. It was dark but my eyes managed to adjust after a time. “You probably wonder why you were to be arrested, my lord.” He said. “I know why I was arrested… the question I would ask is how they knew.” I said. “Unlike the late Lord Stark you are asking the right questions.” He said “Oh, secrets are often heard by ears they are not meant for. In this case your beloved Arianne might not be as sweet or kind as she has led you to believe.” The man giggled. “What are you implying?!” “I’m not implying anything, I’m only relaying to you the information my little birds have been feeding to me, information about a raven arriving from Sunspear a fortnight ago.” He said with a calm voice. “Arianne would never betray me, she loves me and I her!” “It seems I might have overestimated your wits, my lord. As with Lord Stark, all evidence is laid right infront of you yet you refuse to see any of it.”
Could it really be? The man was right. There could be no other explanation. I have been such a fool…
The journey through the secret passage took hours and it seemed like an endless labyrinth of cellars. When we finally emerged it was on the far side of the Blackwater behind a cliff just like any other in the area. A single horse stood waiting. "Our ways part here, I'm sure we'll see each other again. Send the young Prince my regards and tell him he still has allies within Kings Landing." He said. "I will... and thank you. Might I know your name?" I said. But he was already gone.
I rode as hard as I ever had and in a matter of days I sighted Starfall in the distance. My own bannermen would not have heard of my "treason" yet so I had to act quickly. I sent out ravens to all of them instructing them to gather all the men they could muster and ride for Starfall. It did not take long until I had a rather large host assembled. It was of course nothing to rival the largest armies in the realm but it would suffice. I had assembled all men of importance in the great hall. When I came in they fell silent. "The only constant in the world is change. After Roberts Rebellion, things changed, as they are about to do now. I should have done this long ago but my weak mind led me astray. The rightful king of Westeros has returned to our shores and is engulfed by enemies at all front. All true and loyal men must heed the call and flock to his banners to cast down the bastard boy who currently rests his fat arse on the throne which belongs to Prince Aegon by right of birth. I ask you to lay your swords before you and swear an oath that you will not rest before his throne is restored and this reign of usurpers is at an end!" If it had been silent before my speech, it was even more silent now. It did not linger for long however. The first man to step up was my master at arms whom my mother had invited to Starfall a few years back, Ser Rickard Fell. He swore his oath without hesitation. After him came Darkstar, then the entire hall followed. Amidst the crowd I could see my aunt Allyria make her way towards me with a large long item in her hands wrapped in a cloth bearing the arms of our house. "My Lord, your skill at arms and valor are known throughout Dorne. Please accept this gift your house has decided to bestow upon you. Noone in Westeros is more worthy of it." She unwrapped the item revealing a greatsword.
Dawn! The beautiful pale blade was lying in her palms stretched out towards me. I was overwhelmed, I could feel my heart pounding and I was wondering when I would wake up from this dream. I never woke up, instead I stepped forward and accepted the blade. "I do not know what to say." I said, stuttering. "You don't need to say anything. From this day forth, Lord Edric Dayne shall be known as the Sword of the Morning. Rise with the sun, my Lord nephew!"