Thinking back on the absurdity of the night, and hearing what Loras and Elia had to say about it, Desmera could not longer hold the chuckles she had suppress all night. “The only thing I regret is not seeing Lysa and Petyr when they got upstaged by Rhaegar and Lyanna when they walked in after all that time.” Honestly, Desmera could still barely believe that it happened so the shock on the newlyweds face would have been better than the one on everyone’s face. The drinks she had and how south the event had went, at least in terms of wedding, were both intoxicating her and so, when Elia’s mood suddenly changed, it didn’t immediately registered, something that she would usually noticed. There was a frozen smile on her face when men with masks and she was a second too late to react, not that it would have helped, as she had no weapons on her. “Stop right there,” she said, all the confidence she had in herself present in her voice. Desmera could fight, she had done it before. She could kill when needed, she also had done it before. But they were outnumbered and the fight she put was not enough. “Get your hands off me,” she shouted, trashing as they sized her. “Loras?” Things were not looking great for them and Desmera was worried about her cousin.
his first thought was i knew i shouldn’t have had that last drink. his second thought was oh, fuck. elia’s change in mood had caught his attention, but he figured it was nothing more than some unwanted guest she had little desire to talk to. really, loras had figured he would have no interest in speaking to them either, and so he’d stayed with his back firmly to the hallway. that was his second mistake. “i’d think twice about this, if i were you.” by the time the masked men had reached the trio, he’d caught on to what was happening and dropped into a fighting stance. who was better equipped for an ambush without their weapons than a professional boxer? well, when that professional boxer was drunk, the answer was less clear. still, even inebriated, his body moved without conscious thought: an uppercut there, the satisfying feeling of a nose breaking there, the feel of a shoulder popping out of its socket. for a second, he felt well and truly alive, as if the adrenaline was enough to sober him up. but it didn’t take long for him to realize just how uneven the odds were, and when a blow to his ribs had him stumbling, he knew they were in trouble. “desmera, i hope you’re more sober than i am,” he called, trying to turn around to find his cousin and elia without giving his attackers the upper hand. “elia, run, we can hold them off.”
the moment one of the men grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, elia knew she didn’t have a chance. it was almost impossible to grow up in a crime family and not have a passable skill at self-defense; she managed it anyway. she knew the theory, but her attempts at hitting back were batted off like flies. i have to warn the others, she thought, making a desperate attempt to get up, but a blow to the stomach sent her reeling back to the ground. “i can’t,” she gasped, struggling to at least sit up, determined to make subduing her as hard as possible on her attackers. “we’ve got to warn the others, we’ve got to...” and she screamed as loud as she could, hoping against all hope the sound would carry, someone (hopefully armed) would come to investigate, hoping that if they did she wouldn’t be condemning them to death as well. she felt herself being manhandled to a standing position and punched again, cutting off her scream abruptly. a muffled voice ordered, “we’ll tie them up, get them out of the way.”
