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One evening, a rift cracked open above the skies of Kivotos. Out from the tear in reality fell a man clad in ragged armor, his golden right hand catching the district’s faint light.

He fell, the ground rising to meet him. He felt like he would die once he hit the ground. Is this what Bran Stark felt when I pushed him off that tower?

However he didn't die at all, much to his chagrin. Jaime Lannister groaned and stood up painfully, looking over the ruins of what appeared to be a city. The place was a shithole, broken windows, dirt and trash all around. It looked desolated. It looked like a warzone.

“Where in the hells?”

He was definitely not in Westeros anymore. The last thing he remembered was burning Cersei’s cursed letter, and going to sleep soon after. Did he die in his sleep? Is this one of the seven hells?

He walked around, trying to find anyone, be it demon or angel. He felt air in his lungs and the cold breeze of the evening in his face, so he was alive. Jaime groaned.

“Hey, you okay?”

Jaime whipped his face over to the voice. The woman in front of him was dressed very provocatively, showing her midriff for the world to see, she had a white coat and a strange looking mask and hat. Was she some sort of demon whore? Not even the ones from King’s Landing would wear such revealing clothing. Her hair was a queer combination of black and blue. His eyes widened at the strange light glowing above her head.

Other women appeared behind the scantily clad woman. One was a meek looking girl, her mint-green hair was styled into a high ponytail, her hair was partially covering one eye. She was dressed in white and black, same as the tall midriff showing woman.

The third wench had an air of melancholy on her, she had short, choppy black hair with dark brown undertones and was dressed the same as the others, white and black, she had bandages wrapped around her neck.

The final wench was hooded, with lavender-pink hair, styled in thick twin braids that fell over her shoulders. She had an air of nobility.

All of them looked at him queerly. The gloomy one spoke up, “Hey man, you good? You fell down pretty hard there..”

Jaime sighed. He didn't understand a thing. Where even was he. Who were these wenches?

“Where am I? Who are you?” He said, his hand instinctively going to his sword, when his left hand grasped air he realized he had no sword on him.

“Peace, friend,” The midriff showing wench said, placatingly, “You are in the Arius District of Kivotos. Our home.”

“Kivotos? Where in the seven hells is even that? Sothoryos?”

“Sothoryos?” The meek one asked, shuffling.

The lavender haired woman with airs of nobility brightened. She looked at Jaime from head to toe, taking note of his strange armor.

“You’re from Westeros, right?” She asked, grinning.

Jaime relaxed somewhat. So these wenches knew of Westeros, good. He wasn't in some strange hell after all.

“Yes, my lady. I do not know how I managed to end up here…”

“Ah. You're the second person from Westeros to come to Kivotos. The first one was Sensei,” the midriff wench said, “We can take you to him, if you want?”

Jaime relaxed further. Another person from Westeros here? Good, he had many questions about the strange lights in the wenches’ heads, floating like halos from the seven pointed star’s angels and where exactly he even was.

“I would be in your debt, my lady,” Jaime bowed, better to ingratiate himself to these women.

“What’s your name, friend?” The lavender haired woman asked, her face still friendly and smiling.

Jaime kicked himself mentally, he had forgotten to introduce himself. He bowed, “I am Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard, my lady.”

The atmosphere grew colder. So cold it made Jaime shiver. Their expressions turned from friendly to murderous almost instantly. He flinched at the sheer blood-lust and hatred that came from them.

“It’s you...” The blue/black haired wench said, almost a growl. The others wore expressions of hatred in their faces. Jaime felt, for the first time in a long time, absolute fear. He moved to retreat, but he felt himself flying again. She had kicked him.

“Urk!” He fell again, his head ringing, he looked down and saw his golden armor dented. He felt blood on his mouth. The demon wenches where upon him in an instant.

“Lannister!” The gloomy demoness spat his name out with such hatred. “How dare you show your face here!”

“Please!” Jaime was certain they would kill him, rip him apart. He had abandoned his pride long ago, now the only thing left to him was to beg, “I don’t know what-”

The lithe, lavender haired wench cracked him in the head with a punch, he felt some teeth come loose. How were these wenches so strong? They were monsters.

“Shut up.”

“Oof!” He groaned in pain.

The meek looking girl with the ponytail kicked him in the ribs. He felt the air leave his lungs.

“H-How dare you do that to Robb Sensei!? D-During a wedding!”

“W-Wedding?” Jaime’s eyes widened. Robb Sensei? Robb Stark? All of this was about Robb Stark? Robb Stark was dead, he's been dead for years.

“Robb Stark is dead!” He managed to wheeze out, “He’s been dead for years! Why are you-”

Another kick, this time from the gloomy girl with bandages. She smiled at him and he felt his blood freeze, “He aint dead, dumbass. He’ll be pleased with us when we show him your corpse.”

The lavender haired girl slapped him, once, then twice, then thrice. Every impact felt like a mace falling on his head. She was absolutely fuming, “How dare you? To do that to Robb Sensei! To…. the man I love! To the man WE love! To his friends! To his poor mother!”

“P-Please… I had nothing to do with that fucking wedding!” Jaime gritted out, trying hard to stay awake. The scantily clad woman approached him, a weird black metal weapon shining. She raised it over her head.

“Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.” He felt it crack over his head.

Jaime saw black.

“More, please Sensei…” Hina begged. Robb sighed. Sometimes Hina was too needy. She reminded him of how Arya was with Jon, except with less ‘train me!’ and more ‘pet me!’ If Ako could see them now she would blow a gasket.

“As my lady commands…” He rubbed her silver hair, Hina sighed in delight. Hoshino sighed, looking over them from the sofa where she was currently lazing about.

“Uhee… That looks like it feels nice… How come you never do that for me, Sensei?”

Robb rolled his eyes at her, “Maybe try not to sleep during an FTF meeting and we’ll see.”

“Uwa! You’re a cruel king, Sensei! A tyrant! Bending the knee to you was a mistake!” Hoshino said dramatically, she really could pass for a competent mummer if she wanted to.

“You never bent the knee to me, Hoshino…” Robb deadpanned. His hands still rubbing Hina’s scalp.

“Well I won’t now!” Hoshino replied, tossing over the sofa like a petulant child. She ruffled Grey Wind’s fur.

A knock on the door made Robb and Grey Wind look up. He felt his senses connect with Grey Wind’s. He smelled their scents, floral, gunpowder, explosive, sweaty, fruity and a tang of dirt.

Arius. He smiled.

“Come in.”

“Excuse us, Sensei,” Saori said, pinching her cap with her fingers and lowering her gaze. She still had trouble looking Robb in the face.

The rest of Arius Squad came in. Hina stiffened in his lap at the sight of them, and Hoshino looked over to where her shotgun was, but Robb looked at her sternly, ‘Calm down’ he mouthed to her.

“Hey yo, Sensei!” Atsuko said with peppy candor.

“H-Hello, Robb Sensei…” Hiyori said, bowing her head.

“Yo, Sensei,” Misaki said, lifting one hand in greeting.

“What are you guys doing here?” Robb said, softly, keeping the smile on his face. With Arius he felt he needed to show openness almost every time he interacted with them. These girls have been manipulated all their lives. Damned Beatrice.

“We brought you a gift, Sensei!” Atsuko said happily. Robb tried not to grimace. Atsuko’s gifts were bold, bolder than any student. He still remembered her last gift, how she made Saori play maid/servant for both of them. That skimpy outfit she put on Saori, and that damned grin of hers.

“A gift? Wha-” His words ended abruptly as he saw Hiyori casually dragging a man inside by his feet. The man was beat up and bruised, almost comically purple in the face, “Girls, why did you bring me a beat up man?”

“Don’t you recognize him, Sensei?” Saori asked. Robb took a second to really look the man over. Short blonde hair and a blonde beard, gold shining armor and a white cloak. His eyes were shut with bruises but he could see the green in them.

“It’s Jaime Lannister…” Robb could not believe his eyes. Atsuko nodded happily.

“Yep yep! We found him wandering around the Arius district! We thought you might want to deal with him personally.”

Robb sighed. As much as he wanted to lop Lannister’s head clean off with Ice, he couldn't. Not with Hina, Hoshino and the Arius girls in the room. He needed to be an example for them, someone that guides, a Sensei. He looked at his golden hand, clearly a fake. He raised his eyebrow.

“What happened to his hand?” He asked Saori.

“His hand? Ah. It was already like that when we found him,” Saori replied.

It was his right hand too, it was now a golden prosthesis. Robb felt vindicated. The arm he used to reign terror on the Riverlands and kill the Mad King was gone, a little bit of karma perhaps?

Robb crouched beside Jaime, eyes narrowed, "You’re lucky this isn't Westeros anymore, Kingslayer.”

Hoshino paddled over to the Kingslayer, humming a tune, and kicked him in the ribs. Robb’s eyes widened in surprise. He looked at her questioningly.

“What? He’s already beat up!” Hoshino smiled playfully, but her eyes were vicious.

“K-Kick him again, Takanashi Hoshino,” Hina egged her rival/friend on.

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Robb said, admonishing them, he bonked Hoshino on the head gently, “For now, Hina, could you call Kanna over? Let her take the Kingslayer to a holding cell until we decide what to do with him.”

Hina did as ordered, and Robb sat on the couch, looking through Lannister’s unconscious form. The Arius girls really kicked the shit out of him. He smiled.

“Thank you girls.”

The smiles they gave him made him forget how much he wanted to strangle the Kingslayer.