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@ofvalyriansteel sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” (for corlys ) 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.

He couldn’t lose her. She was the light of his life, the only thing in the world that had left him feeling satisfied, the one that he had never asked for more than. His QUEEN, as the rest of Westeros should have admitted to her being. Seeing the men above, knowing that saying anything would cause them to loose the arrows faster, saying anything about it would cause him to die inside. He should have insisted that she be in the air, that Meleys be there flying in once Seasmoke began his strike began.

His ax falls from his hands as he runs to her. Sand slows his feet, and he has to push past bodies. His own soldiers, members of the Crabfeeder’s men, he doesn’t pay attention to who it is he shoves from his path. All that mattered was Rhaenys.

His Rhaenys, his queen, his wife, his life.

The volley of arrows hit him as he reaches her, pulling her against him so that none of her was exposed. Each strike parted his armor, slowed enough by the steel so that it would not reach her as well. He’s still holding her in his arms as the arrows stop, still holding her as his knees give way and he falls to the ground. He coughs, finding it hard to breathe, a wheezing leaving him tells him that his lungs had been struck in the volley. “Are you alright?” he asks with what little breath is left to him.