Lady Amelia Lannister is the youngest daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister, and is suddenly torn between her family or following her heart's desire. Will she survived the deadly game of thrones?
(NOTE- I created the character, Amelia Lannister, and Hun...
Heeeey guys! Okay I thought maybe it's time to include other people POV and not just Amelia and her family.
Cus why the fuck not. And if you haven't notice already, I curse more than ur average person. 🤷🏻♀️ Sorry it can't be helped.
Anyway! Please enjoy the chapter!
LAST TIME ON:
"Daughter of a Lannister"
"Welcome home, Lord Blackwood."
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"I don't except you trust me outright, so I'll prove it to you. In my experience, the way to a women's heart is through gifts, I won't return until I brought you a worthy gift." Euron Greyjoy said it with a smile.
And then he left the room and we all stare at each other. i looked down at my son, and his green eyes looked into mine with worried and fear in them. What a joke, I thought.
Later, I asked my sister if she really consider marrying such a man. Then she stated, no. It will be a stupid mistake for even her to make.
I looked out the window and see that their ships are still there and that's when I started to question everything. Are they really our new allies or a new enemy that will slice and dice us at the first chance?
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***(Jaime's POV)***
After talking to Lord Tarly about him becoming my general, who knows if he'll agree or not. But for right now, Cersei has no idea how dangerous this game is becoming. Three full grown dragons that will crush us if we don't come up with something.
I walk pass the balcony that you could see the city as far as you could. There was one thing missing and that was the Sept, but nothing was left of it but ashes.
Ashes of people whom Cersei killed just so she can hold on to her power.
I walked away and hurried towards the gardens to see Amelia waiting for me. She wore a brown and blue dress, she sipped her cup of tea carefully.
"Sister." I said. "Brother." she replied. "sit."
I sat across from her and she poured me some tea. And we sat there quietly until she set her cup down and looked me dead in the eye.
"I hope you have a good reason, for waking me up this early." she said.
"I do, and I'm going to need your help."
"My help?" "Yes."
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