Game of Thrones FanFic

It's been a very busy day. The Hand's proposal turned out to be very unexpected and John Snow's son agreed to accept it, but was not sure if the decision was correct. He walked through the courtyard, watching the servants snooping around, training Golden cloaks and the courtiers, flocks of small balconies. All this was unusual for a simple guy who grew up far in the North. Mira and Kamila decided to get out of the castle and walk around the city, Orvin apparently still slept asleep after last night's sleepless night...

When they reached the Dirty Gate, where the people were swarming with people in a hurry to the fish market as usual, the men went down to the marina of Blackwater. They walked along the river, squinting at the dazzling rays of the scorching sun and watching as boats were leaving the ships now and then. The oars took off and hit the sparkling surface of the water again and again, creating fountains of bright splashes. At the quay, merchant ships, galleys, claws, and all sorts of small boats swayed...

The narrow streets of Flea's End were not blocked and the houses were so close that they almost touched each other. Every time he visited King's Landing, the Lord of the Stormy Limit visited these places, because that's where he grew up. And now, together with his son and Rodrik Greyjoy, Gendry has gone beyond the Red Castle; the situation there was too much pressure. Gendry was lacking air in the walls of the palace, but it was not the stuffiness or dust, but the growing intrigues, squabbles and scandals associated, of course, with the future of the Throne of the Six Kingdoms...

Sansa Stark was sitting at a large table, covered with scrolls lit only by a cinder candle, and was studying correspondence. Leaving aside another crumpled parchment, she took a blank sheet of paper, dipped a goose feather in blue ink and was about to start writing a letter, but the unexpected noise distracted the northerner from this activity. A heavy door opened rumbling and a figure of Titos Lannister appeared at the entrance. The Queen of the North looked at the young Lion with complete indifference and confidently rose from her seat, still clutching her thin feather with her fingers...

Kat was sitting on a crumpled bed, crying loudly, with her hands on her face. If it wasn't for the thick stone walls of the Red Castle, her sobbing would have been heard even in Flea End. The eyes of the Northern Princess were so swollen that one would think she was crying all night. In fact, it was, because tears had been pouring out since last night without stopping. She didn't sleep a wink for a moment, and she probably would have gone mad if it hadn't been for Ned. Her twin brother hadn't left her for a minute and had been trying patiently to calm her sister down...

Having frowned, the northern woman raised herself from her chair and rhinestones with a dress and came up to the high lattice window. - Well, I still have a son, and I guess I'll have to turn to someone else and Ned will be able to get married. - Sansa thought about it while she looked away. - You don't know much about your son, Your Grace! - What do you mean? - Rounding her eyes, either out of bewilderment or out of surprise, the Queen of the North asked, turning her head sharply to her interlocutor...

Lord Hand was returning to the Royal Castle in a very good mood. Meg, as always, was good and for a short moment Little Demon was able to forget about his burden. The sun was approaching noon and Tyrion was mentally planning things to do today, and there was a lot to do. The events of the day tired him out, and he wasn't sure he was doing the right thing. As soon as the dwarf managed to approach the Hand Tower, his people reported that a visitor was waiting for him in the Small Council Hall. When...

Orvin woke up with a relentless headache. When he opened his eyes, he did not immediately realize where he was. In addition, he was thirsty. Turned his head to the right, he found a naked girl naked and with beautiful, red, curly hair. The guy tried to get his head out of bed, but it went on even harder. Loudly blackened out, Orvin fell on soft pillows again. At that moment, the door creaked and a half-naked redheaded guy fell into the room, wrapped in one sheet. It was Rodrik Greyjoy. Orvin remembered...

Tyrion Lannister, who fled to his favorite place in the morning from his reception at the palace, went to his favorite place. He gave orders to the chief of the royal guard, explaining where he could be found. After wearing a black road cloak and finishing the wine from the cup, he went to the brothel "Ripe Cherry". Now he needed a dark-haired girl who helped him relax like no one else. Anticipating the pleasure, Little Demon smiled carnivorously and, whistling quietly, went outside the castle gates...

Katielyn Arryn and Shireya Baratheon walked through the garden and breathed fresh evening air. It smelled the sea, which was mixed with the scents of strange flowers, many of them Catelyn, who grew up in the North, saw for the first time. Of course, the nature in her homeland was beautiful, but what she saw here excited the imagination, and the young northern lady was impressed by the local flavor. - How did you get used to it? - asked Shireya. - Yes, of course, I'm more than comfortable here, I'm...

Kamila ran without taking apart the road, tears strangled her, and she was about to burst into tears. She didn't understand how, she found herself in a beautiful garden, covered in a variety of flowers. On her right hand was a hedge, on which the green snake wriggled ivy stalks. Breathing hard, she leaned her back against the soft wall and covered her blue eyes with fluffy lashes. - Kamila! - the anxious voice of her beloved sounded in the distance. She wanted to respond, but the voice did not listen to her...

The second son of the Great Maester was very much like his father when he was young. He was as full and clumsy as he was. At the moment, he was trying to get some attention from the Northern Princess - Katielyn Arryn, although it looked, indeed, a little funny and clumsy. In addition to the son of the Grand Maester, near the girl was also Lothar Tully. This young man was clearly more pleasant appearance, at least he seemed slim, tightened, and his eyes were serious and meaningful. The increased attention to the Queen of the North's Daughter was not surprising...