King Robert Baratheon was having a great time at Winterfell. Away from King's Landing, he was finally able to let go and brazenly ignore his so-called kingly duties. Another reason for his great mood was Cersei and the Kingslayer were nowhere to be seen. He was free from Cersei's judgemental glares and nagging. He'd spent the night drinking, eating and playi...
Catelyn leaned her head back onto Gabe's shoulder, snuggling closer to her boyfriend under the fuzzy blanket. A reality show was playing as the couple cuddled on the couch, enjoying the quiet Friday evening. Gabe's roommates were out at a concert, so he had taken advantage of the empty house and invited his girlfriend over. Catelyn was a junior journalism s...
Robert Baratheon sighed in boredom as he walked aimlessly outside Castle Darry. After spending nearly a month in Winterfell, they were on their way back to King's Landing with the Starks in tow. Excluding the first night, the rest of his stay was fairly uneventful. He'd drank, feasted, and whored to his heart's content. He'd even gone on a hunt with Ned and...
Catelyn leaned back in her chair, smiling across the table at her boyfriend, Gabe. "That was so delicious," she said. "You are such a good cook." Gabe smiled back at her, setting down his fork and taking her hand in his. Gabe's roommates had gone to a house party, and Gabe had invited Catelyn over for a surprise dinner. Gabe's parents were from Italy, and...
We called him The Mouth. He was unattractive, tall and lanky and weak, with pale, noodly arms and knobby knees and ice-pick elbows. His face was splotchy with acne scars and patchy in places the razor missed, and his eyes were a flat, periwinkle blue, made more dull and lifeless by the thick-lensed glasses he wore. I remember when he'd tried contacts for a...
Prologue Catelyn Stark was stunned, as she watched her lord husband dismount. He had just returned from Robert's Rebellion, overthrowing the Mad King and the Targaryen Dynasty in a brutal and lengthy conflict. The Baratheons and Lannisters now held the Iron Throne, but were hated by the Dornish. Finally,a young Ned Stark had returned to Winterfell, to his la...
"Tyrion Lannister, Lord of the seven kingdoms! Still baffles me!" Bronn declares as he walks beside Tyrion in the palace gardens. "Bronn the sellsword, now hand of the king! Equally baffling I'd say," Tyrion replies with a grin. "Well what can I say your grace, the gods have been kind to the both of us." "Indeed my loyal friend, indeed." Suddenly both...
Alan smiled at the perky blonde college student in the passenger seat of his sedan. "So Catelyn, have you figured out what your major is going to be yet?" "Mister Denny, are you wearing makeup?" It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Her brown eyes watched him without flinching, waiting to see how he'd respond. The question was so unexpected, it knifed...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is the brain child of the ruggedly handsome (he made me say that!) Scooter Titenbum, my editor extraordinaire. He made a flippant comment, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. So we have been collaborating together for the past few weeks. There's a big transition for Gayle in the beginning so the fun and good bits are gradually in...
The Hand of the King is dead, killed under suspicious circumstances. The King Robert Baratheon rides north with the royal court to call on his old friend Eddard Stark to aid him in ruling the realm as the new Hand. Across the Narrow Sea, an eighteen year old Daenarys Targaryen readies to be married to a ferocious Khal in exchange for an army to take back he...