This story takes place in an alternate timeline where Margaery Tyrell escaped the destruction of the Sept of Balor and managed to ally herself with Daenerys Targaryen. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the...
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. ***** "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...
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...
In an alternate universe, Robert's Rebellion has failed and after winning the epic duel at the Trident, Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen spared Lord Robert Baratheon's life. Alongside his new brother-in-law, Lord Eddard Stark, Rhaegar led both the Rebels and the Loyalist armies to the capital to depose his father only to find the Mad King stabbed in the back b...
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...
Firstly, who are you? -- PLEASE READ; This is still a WIP, but I would love to hear peoples thoughts on this story. Any suggestions, thoughts or criticisms would be much appreciated - leave them on here or email me at [email protected] What's next? Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell Jaime Lannister, the King Slayer Tyrion Lannister, the Imp Daenerys...
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...
It was on the first day of the new Summer that Prince Jon Targaryen, Second in line to the Iron Throne was called from his chambers to see his father, the King. Rhaegar was once a great warrior, but the years and frequently illness had reduced him considerably, yet as he sat behind the oak desk in his study, there was a quiet strength in his purple eyes as h...
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...