𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗂'𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖳𝗒𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒.
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.
𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖫𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.
𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺'𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽: 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗇.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇.
"𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝖽"
"𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾! 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌?"
"𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖮𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇𝗌."
"𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾."
"𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗐! 𝖨'𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗌. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌! 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾."
"𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋..."
"𝖭𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾!"
𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅.
"𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖬𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽."
"𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋?!"
"𝖵𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉."
"𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾! 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗄𝖾!
𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽! 𝖨𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇! 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾!"
𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.
𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.
𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.
"𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋... 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒."
𝖠𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽.
𝖱𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.
"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇!"
"... 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒."
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𝑯𝒑 𝑿 𝑮𝒐𝑻 (𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒇, 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅) - in review
FanfictionTwo great houses of Westeros united by a marriage. A Lannister and a Targaryen who will build their empire, but will it be peaceful or full of Fire and Blood?
