Tyrion Lannister had thus far felt altogether removed from the bloody machinations of his family and their war against the entire Seven Kingdoms, so it was an entirely unpleasant surprise when his late night walk through the gardens was interrupted by the tell-tale chill of White Walkers approaching.
Thankfully, that lumbering giant who had once escorted his brother (may the Old Gods and New watch over him) was on hand to scare the walking dead off.
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Tywin Lannister's night was going quite well. That Wildling bitch was, once again, warming his bed. For all her talk of wanting him dead, she surely painted a very different picture each night when she came to his chambers.
Still, he had all the guards in the Kingdoms outside, and he could handle a jumped up little wildling brat if she got too frisky.
The guards were a welcome presence tonight, too. Both Jon Snow and Tyrion's former employee, Bronn, were on hand to make attempts on the Hand's life. But, yet again, Lannister red prevailed.
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Loras burst into his aunt's chambers expecting to find either combat or a bloody corpse, but was startled to instead find his grandmother sitting with her handmaidens discussing courtly intrigue.
"Loras!" she shouted, "Have you taken leave of your wits? You know better than to barge in when women are talking".
"Apologies, grandmother," he gulped, "I feared for your safety. I heard..."
"You heard that somebody intended to kill me?" she replied archly, "As you can see, I am perfectly safe with my handmaidens. The only thing I'm at risk of is boredom".
But she was wrong. Loras caught a flicker of movement underneath the table as one of her 'handmaidens' pulled out a dagger. In a blur of movement, he snatched a dagger from his belt and put it in the woman's eye.
"Loras!" his grandmother screamed, "What in the Seven Hells are you doing?"
But he was moving on instinct now, and quickly moved to put himself between Olenna Redwyne and the handmaidens that Lannister gold had bought. Begrudgingly, the women departed.
"The treachery of the Lannisters knows no bounds," he growled, "I'll have Joffrey's head for this".
Talk of vengeance left his head as he heard the flapping of wings and saw... was that? Dragons?
"Get out of here!" he ordered Olenna and, for a mercy, she obeyed. Loras Tyrell met his end as heroes of old had.
KeepingTheFaith is dead. He was Loras Tyrell, House Tyrell Aligned Knight of the Flowers.
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Beric Dondarrion returned to camp to find the brutalised corpse of his good friend, Thoros of Myr. He shook his head and slumped to the ground.
"You deserved better, old friend," he said.
"He deserved as much and more," Roose Bolton quipped as he and several guards entered the clearing, "And you'll get the same".
Beric Dondarrion met the first guard's swing and in the next motion, opened his guts. The second guard got his dagger through the eye and the third found himself struggling to stand on the leg Dondarrion had left him.
But weight of numbers won and the last champion of the people was born to the ground and stabbed until he stopped shouting.
Parra is dead. He was Beric Dondarrion, Seven Kingdoms Aligned Leader of the Brotherhood Without Banners.
