Arya stark est dans le pétrin : c’est le narrateur Arya stark : c’est un dialogue Arya stark passé une très mauvaise journée, ses frères étaient partis assister à l’exécution d’un déserteur, sa sœur, Sansa, c’était moqué de ces manières et de ses capacité de couture, la septa avait appuyé la moquerie en insistant que arya devrait être plus comme sa sœur, et...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Ready to pay your debt, Lady Margaery?" Hearing those words would have worried Margaery if she hadn't become so familiar with the voice, and if her ass wasn't being squeezed. But because that was the case she turned around and smiled, "Hello to you to...
Chapter 1 - First Day Walking through the gates of Winterfell for the first time as a Stark soldier was a proud moment. A young man who had dreamt of fighting for honour and glory since he was a young boy. Looking around Winterfell, you couldn't help but notice people hustling around the place. The royal family was here. The King wanted Ned Stark, the lord...
Chapter 2 - The Woods Vidon awoke the next day in his tent, which he shared with several other soldiers. Between the early morning wake up call for soldiers and Lady Arya, Vidon knew he wasn't going to be getting much sleep. Vidon got out of bed and did as every other sole present did, got changed into their armour and head off to quickly grab some breakfa...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "So, how does it feel?" Arya asked softly once the guards had left. "Honestly?" Daenerys asked dryly, before admitting, "Good. Terrifying, but good." Arya nodded, "You'd be a fool if you didn't feel that way." "Indeed." Daenerys softly agreed, before...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "What?" Sansa frowned. "I'm the Three-Eyed Raven." Brandan repeated himself. "Right. You've said that. Repeatedly." Sansa grumbled, "This is the part where you explain what...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Season 7, but deviates from canon after that. ***** Sansa Stark was barely through the door of her bedchamber when she was forcefully turned around and pulled into a rough bruising kiss. For a horrible second she...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sansa Stark's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the list of titles of the Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She had once promised she would never go south again, but here she was, in the presence of another possibly mad Queen who could so eas...
Arya's stitches were crooked again. She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the se...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Tell them to leave." Arya whispered in her sister's ear. Sansa blushed, and then tried to protest weakly, "Arya, I just have one more meeting and then it's lunch. Can't we-" "No!" Arya shut her down, "Do it now." Sansa gulped softly, took a calming...