"Come on boy. Quit gawking and get a move on, we need to get to the Keep before Ser Gregor leaves." Polliver's voice made me start so hard I nearly fell out of the saddle. I was unbalanced enough as it was. I turned back around and kept my face stone cold.

Never thought I would miss Darla. Over the last month, she had grown on me. I would never see her again.

I had woken this morning to Darla's weeping as three men men took me away without any notice. She had grabbed my father's great-sword off the wall and put it over my shoulder in a baldric. It was almost as big as I and was diagonal across my back. It was way too fucking heavy for me to swing, especially with the solid gold hilt. She was blubbering at me for a good five minutes before the Mountain's men had lost their patience and dragged me up onto a horse. I had managed to grab a small smooth handled knife and put it in my belt.

We left Lannisport heading south down the River Road at dawn. Clegane's Keep was a good day's ride south down the River Road. A million different murder scenarios went through my head. All three of these bastards were rapists and murderers.

Like hell Tywin would send Clegane his new squire with three rapists. They were going to do horrible things to me before killing me. All because I puked on that ass-hat's feet.

If today is the day I get brutally murdered in the wilderness, I will not go without a fight. I will bite off my own tongue before they get me though. Let them do what they want with this body, I will bleed to death and not have to face what that thirteen year old girl in the books did.

Eggon, Cleft pallet and a mean fucking attitude.

Polliver, Tall as fuck and just as evil.

Raff, Smooth voiced and utterly sadistic.

I kept my my mouth shut and tried to listen to their conversations. The sick feeling in my gut getting worse and worse as we rode.

A few hours ride left in the day, Raff rode up to my left.

I'm Not Dying Without A Fucking Fight!

"Heard you killed a grown man last month with your bare hands, any truth to it?" He asked in a deceptively kind voice.

My heartbeat sped up. I could feel the blood pounding in my neck. I nodded to the question without looking his way.

"Hows a little thing like you do that?" He inquired again with humor in his voice.

I'm Not Dying Without A Fucking Fight!

My face glared as I spat. "I kicked him in the balls to bring him down to my level and crushed his fucking throat."

All three of the professional murderers burst out laughing.

And I'm going to take at least one of you bastards to hell with me!

I jerked my reins to the left and sent my horse bumping into his. At the same time, my left hand stabbed the dagger from my waist into the Sweetling's opened mouth.

The blood spurted out of the gaping wound in the back of his throat as I withdrew the dagger with a wet sucking sound. I felt the warm blood gush over me as he grabbed my shoulders and tried to throw me. Instead we both slid sideways.

We both hit the ground. Me flat on my back as my breath left me. He on his head as his neck snapped with a sickening crack.

Pity... I would have enjoyed the look in the fucker's eyes as he choked on blood.

I tried to rise as Eggon got off his horse and unsheathed his sword. "You killed my friend you little shit." He screeched in his high pitched voice.

The heavy sword on my back had me trapped. I started sawing at the leather baldric strap as fast as I could as Eggon grinned and started walking towards me.

Polliver, still on his horse yelled something at Eggon from behind him and he turned around.

I didn't give a shit to listen to what they had to say.

Straining at the fraying leather, It finally snapped.

i got up and run at the turned back. I jumped up onto Eggon's back, screaming, and brought the knife down as hard as I could onto the back of his neck. I felt the dagger hilt slip in my blood soaked hand and slide off the hilt, onto the blade. I could feel it scrape on bone as I tightened my grip on the blade and drew my arm back for another stab.

Eggon dropped face first into the ground as I fell off his back.

I felt no pain in my injured hand as I gripped the blade tight and jabbed it over and over into the side of his neck.

When the second dead man's body stopped twitching, I remembered there was a third.

I looked up, dripping with the life's blood of two dead men, expecting to die any second and panting with exhaustion.

Polliver sat on his horse a few feet away with his sword still sheathed and a smirk on his face.

"I didn't know you were like Lord Tywin when It came to being laughed at. I'll make sure to let the other men know."

WHAT?

"I gotta say, I don't think I've ever seen a nine year old lordling kill two armored and armed men with just a dinner knife before... Gregors' gonna like you."

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Not dying took quite the load off. My hand cut was not very deep, but it stung like a bitch. Raff and Eggon's fat purses jangled from my waist in tune with my horses steps.

I need to clean it soon before infection sets in.

After dragging the naked bodies off the road and loading their horses, we had lost the bit of day we had left to reach Clegane's Keep. I really don't want to be on this road at all. I want much less to be food for a wandering wolf pack or lion. Mosquitoes are also a great irritant once the sun lowers in the sky.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

We rode to the nearest peasant's farm. Polliver held the horses while I knocked on the door. I heard hushed whispers.

"Whos knockin'?" A deep male voice asked from inside.

"Tyrek Lannister and companion. We need shelter for the night. I have two dragons for the trouble." I answered in the politest voice I could fake. I slapped a mosquito on my neck with a grimace.

I glanced over at my companion. Polliver had a disappointed look on his face. He looked at the ground and shook his head, grumbling quietly to himself.

"Go away. Ain't No Lannister that travels with just one guard. Much less a boy. Liar." was the reply from inside.

I lost my temper and kicked the bottom of the solid door to my regret. The door was much more solid than my foot.

Now my hand and foot hurt.

"I said I will pay gold to take shelter for the night" I tried again to stay civil.

I slid two dragons under the door and into the sturdy wooden farmhouse. "I am injured and need to take care of my wound."

According to Polliver, lions and wolves both are attracted by the scent of human blood. I didn't doubt it.

"We can't help you. No maester here. Move along."

I had already paid them for the night's shelter.

"You are going to steal from a Lannister?" I yelled, steaming mad.

"You ain't no Lannister. Get gone!" Was shouted from inside in turn.

I turned to face Polliver. I threw him Eggon's sack of coin.

"You were right, lets do it your way." I muttered.

See if I try it the nice way next time.

Polliver's boot caved the door in with a crash. The screaming started from inside as I waited with the horses for a few seconds. When the Male's screams ended and a woman's wailing started I led my horse into the house.

Horses are too valuable to stay outside.

A man's body lay face down in a pool of blood just in the door. I took the gold coins out of his hand as I passed. Polliver had the wife bent over the table.

It was a one room house with a stench that was horrendous. Two little twin girls sat huddled in the corner of the straw bed. Their little faces were twisted in anguish, streaming tears as they looked at the hell their life had become in the blink of an eye. Little bushy haired brunettes. They held each other and sobbed. They couldn't be more than five and six years old.

"Aye Polliver." I called to get his attention. He looked up, upset at me for interrupting him from his entertainment.

"You gonna make those little girls watch that shit?" I asked, appalled.

He shrugged and went back to his fun.

Lazy fuck.

I turned to the girls and smiled as gently as I could and walked toward the bed slowly. "Hey. Look at me. Not over there."

I must have scared them. The six(I think) year old ran at me with a knife, crying. I kicked her in the chest and sent her back onto the bed. The knife fell at my feet. I picked it up before she recovered from getting the wind knocked out of her and stabbed her in the chest, directly in the heart. Warm blood soaked my hands for the third time today.

Her little sister sat catatonic and silent as I approached.

She shouldn't live with ghosts like this haunting her for the rest of her life.

She didn't move as I slid the knife across her throat.

The sick wheezing gurgling sounds she made as she died, eyes wide open brought a strange feeling to my chest.

It was similar to the feeling out ice water pouring through your veins. That look in her eyes as she realized it was all over for her and her family.

The Boogy-man is real.

Pure fucking ecstasy.

666 666 666

I was a lot more chatty the next day as we approached the Keep. Despite my exhaustion from not sleeping the night before.

I had found some blue-green molded bread and wine in the farm-house last night. After heating the wine to a boil and cooling it, dawn was upon me. I had washed my hand and wrapped a sterilized rag around it. I had rubbed penicillin into the wound. Hopefully, it will heal alright.

"So, Polliver." He glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you do most of the time? You don't seem the type of man to work a farm and raise spawn on your off days." I inquired.

"I don't get no days off." he snorted. "Mostly, I guard Ser Gregor and collect taxes."

"Thats it?" I asked

Sounds boring.

Polliver looked back over at me and grinned, showing off how bad his dentist was. "Most of the guarding is on the road. Ser Gregor is the greatest knight in the seven realms. We travel nearly everywhere for his tourneys. We collect taxes at the far borders of the Westerlands on the way back most of the time."

"Come tax season he puts us all to work. He has to collect on the River Road from Lannisport to Crakehall." He glanced over at me and grinned again.

Smiley mother fucker.

"That sounds really boring." I replied.

He gave a strange cough and bit his fist in what I think was an attempt to stifle laughter.

Why is that mother fucker laughing at me?