First I want to say thank you to Qwerty and Luffy316 for the Game of Thrones stories they have written so far. This story was inspired by them and I hope you all enjoy it.
Game of Thrones : Arya Vs Myrcella
Written By CanBear
Myrcella's thoughts were heavy as she gazed out at the sea. Her brother Joffrey had just been killed and her uncle Tyrion accused of the crime. The kingdom was in chaos. She often took these long walks to help clear her mind. She had stumbled upon this empty field off the beaten path some time ago and she often came here as it was so peaceful and utterly deserted. There was a cliff that looked out upon the sea and no one ever came here but her it seemed. She was lost in thought when she heard a voice behind her.
"Hello, Myrcella."
She spun around to see a young woman standing there, holding a thin but menacing looking smallsword with the business end pointed at her.
"Who are you?", asked Myrcella.
"My name is Arya Stark. My father was Ned Stark, and your brother and mother murdered him!"
"I am sorry for the loss of your father Arya, I had nothing to do with that."
"I know that", said Arya, "but Joffrey is dead and my revenge has been taken from me, and Cersei is holed up in her castle too well guarded, so it falls to you to pay for their crimes."
"Pay? Yes, of course. You and your family are entitled to compensation for your loss. How much gold do you want?"
"I don't want your gold!", said Arya, "How do you want to die, Myrcella? Shall I stab you through the eye? Or perhaps I should stab you through your heart to see if it is as black as your mothers?"
Myrcella just stood frozen, staring at Arya, she had no idea how to respond.
Arya smiled and lowered her sword. "No, I'm not going to use this on you Myrcella, at least not yet." Arya then pulled out a wooden sword. She then pulled out a second similar looking wooden sword and tossed it toward Myrcella . "Here", she said, "I brought one for you too".
Myrcella tried to catch the sword but missed and it landed on the ground behind her. She quickly spun around to grab the sword and turn back to face Arya.
"Good", said Arya, "Now defend yourself."
Arya came forward with half hearted strikes at Myrcella. Had she wanted to, she could have easily killed her with one strike to the head, even with the wooden sword, but that was not her plan. Myrcella, for her part, was struggling to block the strikes coming at her, until one caught her in the stomach. She yelped and dropped her sword trying to catch her breath.
Arya waited a few moments for Myrcella to recover and then said "Pick it up." Myrcella reached down and grabbed her sword again. "Now come at me", said Arya. Myrcella grabbed her sword with two hands and swung wildly at Arya, but Arya easily parried the strikes until she countered with a hard strike to the right forearm of Myrcella, causing her to yelp and drop her sword again.
"Pick it up."
"No", said Myrcella defiantly, "I cannot fight you, and I will not play your little game any longer."
This angered Arya but she tried not to show it. "As you wish", she said and with that came in with a barrage of strikes at Myrcella.
Myrcella tried to cover herself as best she could but the blows were landing everywhere, on her shins, her thighs, her back, even one to the head that dazed her. Then a hard strike landed on her right breast and she yelped. She had never been hit there before and this was a new level of pain, a sickening sort of pain and she did not like it. A few more strikes landed and then another hard strike on her left breast. Myrcella closed her eyes and covered her chest with both hands, but this left the rest of her body exposed and she received several more blows before she finally collapsed to the ground.
It took her a few moments to clear her head, when she was able to see she saw Arya standing between her legs smiling with the wooden sword pointed directly at her crotch.
"No!, Please no more!", begged Myrcella, "You've won."
"I'm sorry Myrcella", replied Arya, "But I can't allow you to continue the Lannister family line."
"But I'm a Baratheon!", protested Myrcella.
"Doesn't matter", replied Arya. Myrcella watched in horror as Arya raised the sword over her head and then seemingly in slow motion the sword seemed to fall until it impacted right in the middle of her sex.
Myrcella screamed her head off. She thought that nothing could exceed the pain she had felt so far, she was wrong. Myrcella could no longer see for the light show that was happening in front of her eyes, but she felt the next two blows strike the same area before she passed out.
Arya did not stop when Myrcella lost consciousness. She landed several more blows to Arya?s crotch before repeatedly striking her lower belly, trying to target her ovaries and ensure that she would be unable to conceive.
It was about 40 minutes later when Myrcella began to stir. She moaned pitifully as she rolled over, her whole body hurting worse than anything she had experienced in her life.
Arya was sitting nearby, polishing her sword Needle when she saw Myrcella begin to move.
"Good, you're awake", she said. "Now I want you to listen very carefully to what I'm about to tell you Myrcella. I want you to go back to your castle and tell Cersei to meet me here in exactly 3 days time, and to come alone. If she does not, then I will return and I will kill you, then I will kill Tommen, then I will kill everyone I can think of who is close to Cersei one by one until she comes out to face me! Now you may go."
Myrcella barely moved, so Arya said, "Did you hear me? What are you waiting for? You can go home now."
Myrcella said, " I can't, it's too far, I'm too weak to move."
Arya frowned, she walked toward Myrcella and one more solid blow to the head caused Myrcella to slip back into unconsciousness.
Myrcella felt a light shaking, her head registered the words "M'lady? M'lady?"
When she was finally able to focus she noticed it was now night time. She was lying in an alley near her castle. She recognized the man above her as Haldred Mordrake, a member of the Kingsguard. She just looked up at him and whimpered "Help me."
Mordrake yelled at his men "Help her up!", and together they carried her back to the castle, where Cersei was anxiously waiting.
