Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 175: Black Wedding III

Chapter 175: Black Wedding III

"Dodge!!!" Rhaegar shouted, alerting Rhaenyra in the carriage as the soldier fell dead before him.

Ding ding ding ding ding—

Bone arrows rained from above. Rhaegar swiftly swung his Dragon Claw sword, deflecting the incoming arrows.

"Whinny~~" His white horse wasn't as fortunate. An arrow pierced its eye, and the horse let out a pained cry, stumbling before collapsing to the ground.

Plop...

Rhaegar fell heavily onto the back of the horse, rolling quickly to avoid being crushed. Bone arrows continued to fall, narrowly missing him as he scrambled to his feet, agilely knocking away another arrow with his sword.

While Rhaegar managed to dodge the arrows, his soldiers weren't as lucky.

"Ah!..." The soldiers in the canyon became living targets, falling quickly to the relentless assault.

Rhaegar's primary concern was the two wagons, especially Rhaenyra still inside. The solid wood of the wagons withstood the bone arrows, the thick wood preventing them from piercing through. Only a few iron-tipped arrows managed to penetrate, but just barely.

Rhaegar sprinted towards the wagons, his Dragon Claw flashing as he deflected more arrows. Reaching the side of the carriage, he ducked into the limited shelter it provided.

"Rhaegar!" Rhaenyra's frightened voice called out from inside.

Bone arrows had found their way through the carriage windows, but Rhaenyra had heeded Rhaegar's warning and was huddled in a corner, avoiding the deadly projectiles.

"Stay hidden and keep quiet!" Rhaegar called back, relieved to hear her voice. He knew he had to protect her at all costs. Besides his father, Rhaenyra was the most important person to him.

"Rhaegar, what's happening? Get inside the wagon!" Rhaenyra's voice trembled, clinging to the corner of the wagon. She had heard the soldier's screams and feared for Rhaegar's safety.

Rhaegar didn't have time to answer; his eyes darted to the other wagon. Jeyne and Jessamyn were inside, their screams audible, indicating they were still alive.

As Rhaegar's thoughts wandered, the rain of bone arrows ceased. He pressed against the wagon, wary of making any sudden moves, uncertain if a second volley might follow.

His declaration was met with derision. The Mountain Clans had slain many lords of the Vale and had always thrived in chaos and defiance.

"Rhaegar, listen to me! You can still escape!" Rhaenyra's voice called from the wagon behind him, urging him to save himself while there was still a chance.

Rhaegar didn't waver. His expression relaxed into calm determination as he faced the enemy. Behind him were Rhaenyra and Lady Jeyne. He would not abandon them.

"I am of true dragon blood," he murmured, raising his Dragon Claw sword to his eyes. The blade glinted with a deadly light.

His father once asked him what the dragon's claws symbolized. His answer was simple: "Fearlessness."

Now, he would embody that will.

"Kill him!" the Mountain Clans' leader bellowed, pointing at Rhaegar.

With a roar, the Clansmen charged. The gap between them closed rapidly, and Rhaegar could almost smell their rank odor.

He slowed his breathing, tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and waited for the right moment.

"I'm going to chop off your white-haired head!" one Clansman yelled, swinging a stone axe at him.

Rhaegar sidestepped, swinging his sword in a fluid motion, and decapitated the attacker. The head rolled away as more Clansmen lunged at him with their weapons.

In an instant, Rhaegar was surrounded. He thrust his sword through one man's throat, then pivoted to slice another's neck. Blood sprayed in all directions.

The Clansmen cursed and attacked with stone axes, spears, and mallets. Rhaegar moved with practiced precision, each stroke of his sword finding its mark. He was relentless, his movements becoming a blur of steel and blood.

"Get away! I won't die in a place like this!" he roared, cutting down another attacker.

He fought with increasing ferocity, his will unbreakable. More wildlings joined the fray, encircling him with layers of bodies. The fallen corpses piled up, limiting his movement.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. Rhaegar's pale skin turned crimson as he continued to fight, his body radiating heat.