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...
Author's Note: This story takes place immediately after my last story: A Song of Submission. I highly recommend you read that before you read this one for context. For those who didn't read it, be aware it also contains some incest content. This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell....
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...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell. ***** Sansa was livid. It felt as if she'd only been back in Winterfell for a short time. After all she'd been through, the years she'd spent trap...
{[email protected] test=1}This story works only in game mode. Please activate. It has also been recently reorganized, so I would appreciate it if you kept track of your decisions and let me know if any path leads to wrong outcomes. Thank you!{endif} The city walls appeared through the misty haze of the late afternoon. Robb Stark, King in the North and o...
Melisandre forged her path through the virgin snowfield of the Winterfell godswood, her breath coming in a billowing cloud that swirled amongst the falling snow as she stopped before the pallid boughs of the weirwood tree. She took some measure of solace in the cold and peace, content to let the snow comfort her svelte body as it encrusted her shoulders and...
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...
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...
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...