Wizard Lord of Westeros-Chapter 408: A Desired Death

WILOW-Ch.408: A Desired Death

King’s Landing, Crownlands

POV of Jamie Lannister

The bells rang in the Red Keep, and he could see the ships coming from a distance.

Hundreds of ships. And if Varys’ information was correct, then about 25,000 men.

The men around him did some last-minute preparation, but they had been preparing for a long time, and there wasn’t much else to do.

So, they stood on the walls and waited as the ships slowly but surely came closer and closer and closer.

Then the ships stopped, the boats came down, the Baratheon men rowed, and then landed on their shores.

Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Arys Oakheart sallied out of the gates with the Gold Cloaks and engaged the enemy, but it was a slow and losing battle.

After a while, the enemy started to outnumber both the Kingsguard, and they retreated into the city.

He gave an order, and arrows rained down on the Baratheon men.

Hundreds of them died, but thousands more came.

King Stannis was in one of the leading boats. He could respect the man for that if nothing else.

More and more Baratheon men continued to land, and within an hour, the whole southern part of King’s Landing was under siege.

The battle was fiercest at the Mud Gate, as he had anticipated. It was the weakest gate with the smallest walls after all.

That was why he and the two other Kingsguard were fighting on this side of the wall.

King Joffrey stood back and watched the battle from a safe place.

It was understandable.

Joffrey was never very good with swords. He was never very good at anything except for making enemies.

But even if he couldn’t fight for shit and didn’t know how to command men, his presence acted as a beacon of hope for the men and gave a slight boost to morale.

The fighting became fierce very quickly.

The Baratheon men down below started to ram the gate. It wouldn’t last for long. But he didn’t need much time for what he planned to do.

Dozens upon dozens of ladders were resting along the walls, and despite the best efforts of their archers, more and more Baratheon men started pouring into the walls.

Considering how half of his men were boys he’d picked up from the streets and had been handed a wooden spear as their weapon, his men fought well. But he knew that it was only a matter of time before they lost the siege battle.

The Baratheon troops outnumbered his own by 3 to 1. And he was no Domeric Bolton, nor were his troops a well-trained army.

Soon enough, the Baratheon army started to get the better of his men and started to form attacking points in various parts of the wall.

He and the other Kingsguard did their best to stop the flow, but they were slowly losing the wall, which resulted in the archers retreating down the walls, which in turn resulted in more enemies climbing the wall.

He killed another Baratheon man and cleared another part of the wall, which was quickly filled with reinforcements.

Then he saw a large number of Baratheon men trying to reach the stairs where they would be able to open the Mud Gate, which would result in the loss of the whole battle.

He observed the attackers and quickly realized they were led by none other than King Stannis and his men.

He could see Ser Arys Oakheart trying to stop them with his own men, but even if Ser Arys was a decent swordsman, he was simply too outnumbered.

"On me. ON MEEE!!!" he shouted and gathered as many men as he could and led them against King Stannis’ forces.

If he managed to kill King Stannis, the entire enemy army would lose morale, and he could repel them.

He doubted that winning the battle would allow him to win the war, as the other 4 kingdoms were in open rebellion, but at least he would have more time to prepare.

He led his ragtag group of men and clashed against King Stannis’ forces.

Instantly, he could tell that these men were not just any average swordsmen but were some of the best that Stannis could probably find in his army.

But if he ignored the abnormalities like Domeric Bolton and his two sworn shields, then he was definitely one of the best swordsmen in the whole of Westeros, and it showed as he cut through men after men and entered their army with one and one goal only.

To kill King Stannis.

His men continued to die, but seeing him cut through the enemy gave them the much-needed morale to continue, so he was still not cornered from all sides.

"STANNIS!!!" he shouted, "COME HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!!!"

In the midst of the battle, he couldn’t even see the enemy king, and his words were lost among the war cries and the wails of the dying men.

A spear cut through his armor and pierced his thigh.

He turned around and noticed that a good deal of his men were dead, and the few that remained were being picked apart one by one.

Soon enough, he would be surrounded from all sides, and that would be the end of it.

’Perfect!!!’

He took off his helmet and threw it at the men before him, and used the surprise to cut through them and move deeper into the enemy lines.

Since he was a young boy, the only thing he ever loved was swordsmanship and his sister.

His sister had long since betrayed him in every possible way, even if he did not hold it against her.

His sister was a hate-filled, spiteful woman. He always knew that. Just... never expected that she would come to spite him after losing just a single battle.

He was cut in the forearm, and he swung around and decapitated the man who had caught him off guard.

Another man attacked him from behind, and he merely grinned and turned around to kill yet another man.

He looked around and finally saw King Stannis was a mere few meters away from him and was engaged with a heavily wounded Arys Oakheart.

His grin threatened to split his face as he stopped caring for his safety and charged through the Baratheon men.

By the time he came out of the other side, he was filled with wounds, and Ser Arys had half a dozen spears skewered into his body.

King Stannis swung his sword and decapitated his previous fellow Kingsguard. He no longer even held that title, and the only title he had left was Kingslayer.

Wasn’t that the perfect title for his situation?

"STANNIS!!!" he shouted, letting out a war cry before lunging at the man.

Stannis quickly brought up his sword for a decent defense, and he attacked the enemy King two more times before a sharp pain in his thigh stopped his momentum.

He looked down and saw a spear tip jutting out of his thigh.

He fell on one knee and then felt another spear stabbing into his side.

He cried out in pain, but that stopped another two spears from being stabbed into his chest.

He coughed, and blood came out of his mouth and fell onto the floor.

He looked up and saw King Stannis raising his blade toward him.

His own sword felt too heavy for him to lift.

He would have loved to kill Stannis before dying, but this death... it was not so bad either.

Stannis swung his sword, his world moved a few times before he saw his own headless body falling to the ground, and then everything went dark.

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