Dragons and Thrones: Rising Tensions – Breaking of Bonds

First chapter of story 3 of my crossover series, things are about to take a rather drastic turn, for many characters, in this story, some of which will push many to breaking point; severing old relationships and casting doubt in their minds, hence the title.

This story has been split into two parts, which will be done as two separate stories on the site, but for all intents and purposes, they are meant as one, very large, story.

Aside from one other story which I intend to do alongside this one, this story and part 2 are going to be my last stories this year. The number of chapters within both means I should finish part 2 of this story on the 31st of December this year, so here's hoping all goes well and that you all enjoy.

Note, like the previous story, this chapter takes place in 299 AL, or 9:41 Dragon on Thedas calendar, but later on in the year, about midway through towards the end, as a result, many characters have had their namedays, others might not have, but for all intents, I will list the ages of certain characters as if they have. Here are those characters:

Robb: 20
Sansa: 17
Arya: 15
Bran: 14
Rickon: 9
Joffrey: 19
Tommen: 14
Gendry: 20
Meera: 19
Jojen: 16
Talisa: 20
Podrick: 17
Shireen: 15
Margaery: 20

Right, that should be all that needs to be said, the rest will be shown in the chapters, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin; Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Prologue: Rast

Rast grinned widely to himself as he sat indulging himself.

'That old bastard Craster shouldn't have been so stingy, he might still be alive if he wasn't.' Rast thought malevolently.

Tearing another piece of meat off and eating it, he looked around. He wasn't along, with him were other members of the Night's Watch, all of them fed up with the nonsense they had to put up with. So they had done what had to be done and launched their little revolution, killing Craster and taking over his house, as well as any members of the Night's Watch present that hadn't taken part in their uprising.

"To a well fought victory boys." Rast called out, raising his wine; another fine 'gift' from Craster. "We'll be celebrating this for a long time."

The others cheered and they all drank deeply; continuing their feast. The food and wine weren't their only prizes, Craster's wives were theirs now too; something which Rast intended to fully enjoy.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself however, one of the men present had to ruin his run.

"We have to be careful Rast; you know those fools at the Wall won't take kindly to this..."

Rast snarled and spat. "Who cares about those fools; none of them will do anything; they're all wastrels and idiots; the old bear...ha, more like the old boar, he won't do anything, too embarrassing to admit he can't control his own men."

"But..."

"But nothing, you trying to say you're having second thoughts." Rast growled. "We have everything we need and want here; and besides, who is going to stop us? Lord Snow, he's run off with the Wildling filth. Piggy, like he could kill anyone...Now shut up and eat."

The feast continued but Rast's foul mood did not abate.

So he made up his mind when they finished and stood up.

"Well boys, we've eaten, we've drank, now, let's have a good time...pick a whore." He announced.

All at once there was a flurry of activity, of screams and shouts. Rast revelled in the carnage and went seeking his own victim. He soon found the perfect choice, a young woman, gaunt and hollow-eyed, dark-haired, clutching a baby to her chest. He recognized her.

'That slut that Ser Piggy was talking too; what a joke, like he could have done anything with her.' Rast noted to himself. 'Well, this is almost too perfect.'

What better chance for him to achieve satisfaction and teach Ser Piggy a lesson all at once.

"You're mine, bitch." He said with glee as he grabbed her.

Immediately she struggled. "No, you can't...please, my baby..."

He scoffed. "I don't give a fuck about you, or your little bastard, now, just give up, you're mine."

She struggled again and Rast laughed, ready to simply force her down and take her. He heard more screams but at first didn't notice something seemed off about them. It then struck him that those screams had been male, the screams of his comrades.

By the time he was aware of this, a sharp pain entered into him, right through his heart. He let out a choked gurgle and as the pain was removed, he fell to the ground. He lay there, bleeding out, realizing he had been stabbed through the heart.

Standing above him, helping that whore, was the last person he wanted to see. Hatred fizzled in his veins briefly before dying out, just like everything else.

Rast's last sight was of his murderer, Samwell Tarly.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.