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Absolute Power

JustAWriterGoneCrazy

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aegon arya asoiaf baratheon daenerys dorne gameofthrones gendry greyjoy jon lannister martell north sansa stark targaryen tyrell tyrion varys westerlands

She grabbed the Dragon piece and inspected it."Victors are the people who will write History." Her gaze locked onto the piece,unnerving Jon and Sansa.

Jon was tense,his shoulders were tense everything about was tense while Sansa,oh sweet Sansa was shaking but hardly visible to the untrained eye.

Both eyes were on her.

Sansa gulped and took her chance to speak."What about those who lost?" It was a stupid question to which all three in the room already knew.

Behind her mask,she smiled slowly she turn towards them as her eyes,those soft grey eyes which they had loved.It was a small change but they could see it,those grey eyes were darkening to that of smoky steel.

In her palm was the dragon piece,slowly her hand closed on it.

"Simple,they..die." She let go of the dragon piece now broken into half as it falls onto the ground.

As their eyes followed the piece's fall,Arya looked directly at them her gaze was of steel and it was cold that seeped into their bones.

"When you play the Game of Thrones,you win or die.There is no middle ground." She turned and left the tent to the utter dismay of her siblings.

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What if she was darker,less merciful and more pragmatic than ever? What if Arya Stark abandoned her values and honor? It has only brought death and destruction,why keep it? 

Sometimes,you have to be your enemy to win.All Rights Reserved

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Wildfire - Tormund Giantsbane by defenderavenger69

"She said I was like a wildfire, destroying everything I touched, and all she loved turned to ashes." "But you were a mere babe," Tormund said. "Aye a mere babe that she wanted dead." *** Y/n Lannister, older twin of Tyrion, the Imp. Their whole life they were blamed for the death of their mother. Y/n wasn't a dwarf, like her brother, but it did not stop Cersei from making her life, a prison. Cersei did everything she could to break Y/n down and when the younger sister found out the truth they were hiding, Cersei had more reason to want her gone. She left Kings Landing in a rush, racing to Castle Black because her life depended on it. What will happen when she joins the Night's Watch on the expedition beyond the Wall and meets a few wildlings? Will she find what she is looking for or will she die in the frozen heart of the North? ••• I don't own any Game of Thrones characters. I can not remember every detail of the story and will try my best to keep it to the storyline with a few (a lot of) tweaks :) I will make mistakes cause I am only human. There will be mature language and sexual conduct.

The Natural Queen, j.Lannister by Wilson_1013

Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she couldn't. She wasn't able to pick her clothes, the way her hair is styled or what she ate. She was tired of being controlled and not having anything to say all because she was a woman. But then she was married off to a Lannister. A snarky, golden Lion. Jaime Lannister. Layarah hated to Lannister's after everything the family had done to hers. Yet once she met and had gotten to know Jaime not the Kingslayer but Jaime Lannister she had quickly fallen in love with the Lord. When the Days grew the more she realized she needed to make a change in the world. She was going to regain her throne back. And become the Natural Queen she was destined to be. So she needed to be careful with how she played the Game of Thrones knowing every steps can be the cause of her death. "I'm afraid." Jaime spoke. Layarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Jaime looked at her facial expression and sighed. He wanted her to understand that the Jaime who she was married to was gone, he wasn't that man anymore. The man who she fought for when he was gone, the man who she craved, the man who she loved. He was gone. "Afraid of what?" Layarah asked softly. She placed her palm on Jaime's cheek caressing it. Jaime looked down to the ground embarrassed. He wanted to please her and so much more but he just couldn't. "You'd realize you loved me more with my hand." Layarah stared blankly at her husband. She never could stop loving him even if she tried. He was the love of her life, even if she didn't realize it yet. Layarah let out a laugh. Jaime stared at her blankly, he didn't know what was so funny. EDITING Season 1-8

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