In the chaos of war, Eira Stark, twin sister of Robb Stark, carries the fierce spirit of her Aunt Lyanna and the untamed fire of her Uncle Brandon. Determined to save her father and sisters from the clutches of King's Landing, she rides into battle beside Robb, a wolf among men. But as war rages on, Eira is forced to confront a choice that could shape the fate of the North-honor, family, or love. Will she follow duty, or will her heart lead her down a dangerous path? ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #jaimelannister #1 in #Housestark #8 in #Asongoficeandfire Copyright Notice: This is a fanfiction inspired by Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire, created by George R.R. Martin. All rights to characters, settings, plots, and other elements belong to the original author and/or HBO. I do not own any rights to the original material and do not intend to infringe on copyright. This story is written for entertainment purposes only and is not for commercial purposes. Original characters such as Eira Stark and others created specifically for this fanfic are my own. Please do not copy, distribute, or use these characters without permission.

Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

Get branded as a villain Wait for a brutal death? No, To save myself I have to seduce my final hope. I have to seduce The Knight Commander

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

Mongols are enemies that no honourable sword can strike down. Jin painfully realises this in the battle for Tsushima. But he is not destined to die that day, for a slave of the Kahn becomes his saviour. Now he is deeply in your debt. But how can a samurai repay this debt if it requires him to abandon the path of honour?

'The Last Samurai' meets 'Shōgun', meets 'The King and I'... For years she believed herself to be cursed. Every time she grew close to someone they were taken away from her, paying the ultimate price. And now the curse struck again... Lottie has been falsely accused of her uncle's murder. She must escape or she will hang. It's 1854 and America's lawless West is not a place where a lonely woman can count on justice. Then, by the turn of fate, she is given a chance to revisit Japan and seek the people who raised her. In Imperial Japan, divided between isolationists and modernists, she finds an unexpected love and a new sense of belonging. She also finds someone else. Someone from her past... What will she choose? Where will her loyalties lie? Cover design by More Visual Ltd.

Flash back to 1954. For seven months, Michael had been working many extra hours during the week, coming home late and even having to go into the office on weekends. Susan stayed at home, patiently waiting for his return each day. One evening, she called her widowed friend whose husband had died in Korea...and she heard her Michael's distinctive voice in the background...when he was supposed to be at work. After discovering his lies, Susan takes a stand that most women didn't take in the Fifties, hoping that Michael would come to understand his wife in an entirely new way.

In a past time, two people from two very different kingdoms marry and all is good...until his wife meets the woman who shares his bed.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.