Lysaarryn Stories

King's Landing burns as if the mad Tagaryen's last demand came true. Only that Sansa is the cause of it. Her revenge for the red wedding. - The bastard "Alayne Stone" appears in the Vale, where Lord Baelish lives with Lysa Arryn. But what kind of bastard is so innocent? And why are her eyes so tully-blue? [A Sansa Stark/Baelish "Littlefinger" fanfiction. Flashbacks with Catelyn Stark Tully/Baelish]

King's Landing was a dangerous place to be. Everyone said so. Lady Lysa said the Lannisters had murdered her father. But she didn't know everywhere was a dangerous place to be when there was war. She didn't believe the half-mad Lady Lysa then, when she said the Eyrie was the safest place in the world, and bad men that deserved flying lurked everywhere. She should have. But there was no returning, once a bird left its nest. And so, it was she who flew.

Just a small fanfic about a girl who runs into a man that will change her life for good. But if its for the better...? Might contain smut at some point, so this is just precaution I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES OR ANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY

Bound by duty and shaped by loss, Serenya Tully returns to a court she does not trust, carrying vows that no longer sit easily upon her shoulders. Old ghosts linger in the halls of King's Landing, and some mistakes refuse to stay buried. As loyalties strain and truths slip quietly out of reach, Serenya is drawn toward a path she once turned away from - one that tests the meaning of honour, the weight of restraint, and the cost of wanting what should not be claimed. In a realm built on oaths and blood, some reckonings arrive not with swords, but with silence.

Alarra Baratheon - the only trueborn child of Robert Baratheon - is everything the realm never expected: loud, fearless, and impossibly kind. When she reunites with Robb Stark, childhood affection blooms into love, binding storm and wolf together as war tears Westeros apart. But after betrayal leaves her widowed and captive among the very family that fears her claim, Alarra learns that grief sharpens into vengeance - and storms do not break, they return.