"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...
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...
The store hadn't yet opened for the day, the morning light just beginning to peer in through the windows. Puck floated above the counter, looking over Koshka's wares, eying them curiously. Much of it was ordinary for the numismatic enthusiast. Off to the sides were coin-collecting supplies on the racks, and along the counters were various coins on display bo...
Spoiler Alert: This story defines gentle femdom as 'female domination without the elements of pain, punishment, or humiliation.' It is recommended that the reader make sure this is what they are in the mood for before proceeding. The sound made by dozens of metal legged chairs sliding across a hardwood floor is a signature of academia. Sure it can be found...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Daenerys blinked a few times in disbelief and then asked, "What?" Arya smirked and then cheerfully recapped, "I single-handedly killed Cersei, won you the Throne. Then, out of gratitude, you offered me anything I wanted. I'm here to collect." There wa...
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...
"Wake your ass up." Lonnie Turner crept into his daughter's bedroom as she lay nude atop her covers, her rose colored pedestal fan blowing over her succulent body. It had turned out to be a warm night last evening. A hard swat on the ass, she yelps jumping into a defensive roll, feet poised to kick at him. "DON'T DO THAT." She stares up at him fearfully. "...
Tate and Molly had smiles plastered across their faces that they couldn't have wiped off if they tried. They kept staring over at each other happily as their car cruised along the semi-busy desert highway, weaving in and out of rolling boulders and hills. The Bluetooth radio pumped a primer in relaxation. They'd earned it. Everyone had. The Coronavirus v...
Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
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....