Chapter three

                                    

                                          
(Y/N) POV
                          
(M/N): "your father only wants you to realise your full potential."
(Y/N): "then why stop me from standing up to the values he taught me"
(M/N): "because you remind him of himself and that scares him, you are both great warrior's equally respected throughout the north."
Before the conversation could continue there was a knock on the door I open it to see a man in noble clothes, he had short dark hair which was going grey at the sides. Lord Baelish.
                          
Baelish: "Greetings (Y/N)." He pushes through me and behind him are fifteen Lannister guards who drag in my father who is bloodied and beaten, I grab the hilt of my sword, "I demand a reason for why my father is in this condition" I yell. The guards laugh then he speaks "I'm terribly sorry about this (Y/N) but if the plan for the Starks and Lannisters to go to war is to work your family need to disappear....kill them" with that my father is stabbed in the back the sword of the guard pinning him to the ground before I can realise this I am instinctively parrying blows only to hear the sound of my mothers screams then....silence. My rage fills my body it is all I have.
                          
3rd person pov
                          
(Y/N) swings his sword over the head of a guard and it comes crashing down into his shoulder the red armour darkened by his blood. Lord Baelish looks in amusement he believes this boy will die at any moment and he is right a guard kicks (Y/N) in the leg causing it to dislocate he is then beaten to the floor when the lord decides to humiliate the last survivor of the (L/N) house "stop!" He commands he smirks "I've had a change of mind put the boy on a ship out of Westeros" the guards look between each other "where? My lord" Baelish looks at the broken warrior and decides "have him sent to Meeren as a slave". With that order (Y/N) is carried out to a ship whilst his mother and father are dishonourably disposed of.
                          
(Y/N) POV Timeskip 3 weeks 
                          
I wake up with nothing but humiliation in my head I know I failed these cold metal chains around my wrists are a reminder. I refuse to rest as every time I close my eyes I see them...mother....father...I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. The chains connected to my wrist are yanked on as a man is yelling at me in a tongue I do not recognise however I would guess that it is Valyrian "Hurry bē dīnagon" he yells I see a light at the end of the stone walls I am being pulled toward it by the man who I now see is in dark armour following a smaller, older man in robes this man has clearly bought me I am in Meeren after all. As I am now out in the open the light blinds me, my eyes are now adjusted and I can see again, I can see my death I'm being led to an arena "you've got to be joking!" I yell, I'm then based over the head with a stick "lyka!" The man shouts, "this is how I'm going to die by another helpless bastard in the same situation as me...I think I'd rather be killed by a Lannister than this" I say quietly the gate opens and I prepare to meet my end.