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With the last Targaryen, laying sickly and confined to his bed, the realm awaits his fall.
No heir follows this King. His religious devotion draw a line under his want to reproduce. His sisters, having been locked away did not bare heirs and thus the last dragon will meet his end alone.From Kings landing to the North of the wall, whispers are chattering. His end will be soon, and someone must take his place.
Each house holds a standing. Some with riches, some with Armies or navel fleets... some with daughters of beauty... Their weapons for their play for power have been chosen.
When you play the game of thrones you win, or you die.
[Fanfiction written and created by a roleplaying community and inspired by the books and series, Game of Thrones.]
[I do not claim the Game of Thrones universe.]
[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]