"Are you happy here, Ser Jaime?" Lady Sansa asked, some mornings after Queen Daenerys and the Northern Armies had left for Dragonstone and King's Landing. Jamie had come to see if she had any tasks for him. He had agreed to do this when receiving permission to stay at Winterfell. It was becoming a heavier price than he had anticipated. Usually he worked wit...
Sebastian Brown was strange and socially awkward. He also was a brilliant mathematician — finished high school at 16, master's degree by 20, Ph.D. candidate by 21. While in college, he and a professor had even secured two commercial patents on some programming logarithms. One already was in wide use in gaming, and another in robotics. Sebastian's share of t...
Authors note: Thanks for the support, here's chapter two. Let me know what you think! This is a work of fiction and Everyone in the story is over 18 More chapters to come ;) *** Dani awoke to Darcy's whines. "Hush." She mumbled, but Darcy didn't stop. Dani huffed, "Fine" and rolled out of bed. It was 6:30 AM and she'd been up kind of late. Rememberin...
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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...
Prologue I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist. "How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" "At five," Ava hiccups indistinctl...
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...