Brienne and Jaime -words are wind

July 26, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Lannister, Jaime and Brienne, Threading by Brienne of Tarth

Brienne and Jaime Jaime   ~The night reeks of piss and ale. My eye is swollen and I truly know that this is my last night. The Karstarks want revenge for me killing that poor guard. So I strangled him with a chain. He died a good death more than I can hope for on this evening. My eye is swollen shut and my wrists are aching, but i hear my cage door and see Catelyn Stark walk in with the ugliest man or she beast I have ever seen. Catelyn and I exchange our normal pleasantries. She seems to be
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Random Q & A, with Brienne of Tarth

July 17, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones by GOT Support

. Random Q & A with Brienne of Tarth Repost and fill in your own answers. Poor Brienne. Q. Who would you bake Lemoncakes for? A. I know nothing about baking or cookery. If I were to bake, it would be for King Renly, he always loved lemon cakes. Q. Who would you trust with your horse? A. I would only ever trust my Horse with my King or the Lady Cat. ~Thinks of riding horses with Renly…blushes~ Q. Who would you invite to the red wedding? A. Easy enough to answer, Lord Stannis and his red witch. Q. Who
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Cersei Lannister (P.O.V.)

June 26, 2012 in News by Queen Cersei Lannister (Y)

Cersei Lannister put on her queenly scarlet robes with a golden lion embroidered on it.  Her mind reflected on everything that had passed in her life.  Her golden locks tumbled loosely around her fair head and her emerald eyes shone with determination and passion. She brushed her hair softly as she took in her reflection in the mirror. How she longed for her son to be King on the Iron Throne. Locked away in her heart was a cold, dark secret. She hid her true feelings in poison and cruel words. She would stop at nothing to protect her sweet
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War Stories (POV)

June 6, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Baratheon, House Lannister, House Targaryen by Ser Barristan the Bold

I stood there rigidly as His Grace quaffed down yet another cup of wine, my hand resting on the pommel of the sword at hip. “It’s been a long time…but I still remember every face…” sighed Robert Baratheon as he was reminiscing about the glory of his past.  “Do you remember your first?” “Of course, Your Grace,” I replied, strolling across the room slowly, remember the whole thing in my mind. “Who was it?” Robert swallowed another gulp of his favorite wine. “A Tyroshi.  Never learned the name…” “Hm.  How’d you do it?” the king inquired. “Lance through the heart,”
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~Reflections~

May 28, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, House Lannister by Queen Cersei Lannister (Y)

I should be pleased. I should be singing praises, but alas, I am not. I am angry, concerned, and worried. I have no one to share my pain with. My sweet lover and brother, Jaime, is away from me. I have not forgotten him, nor will I ever. The Lady Stark has kept him my prisoner. My Jaime is dirty and in chains. He is the uncle of the King. He should not be treated as thus. I hate them all and I want them to pay for these unspeakable crimes. Yet, I know why this is happening. I do
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The King that Would Not Be

May 23, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones by Gendry

”Singer !” Jaime Lannister yelled, looking back towards the other riders in his posse, ”Come up here and sing us a song !” Tom O’Sevens was not accustomed to refusing the requests of highborn lords, and he certainly wasn’t going to refuse The Kingslayer. That is how he became ahorse that day. Jaime Lannister had decided to inspect his army’s camps between Riverrun and Casterly Rock, and when The Kingslayer asked him to join them on the ride, he knew he wasn’t ”asking”. So, here he was, outside the comforts of the castle, traveling down a road he didn’t care
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House Tarth

May 22, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, Fan-Art, Game Of Thrones by Brienne of Tarth

For some, the one taste of battle is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they’ve been gutted by an axe. I take no joy in battle, those who do lack soul. Brienne of Tarth “A Storm of Swords” G.R.R.M The words of House Tarth; “Judge us by our actions”

~~~Long-Awaited Return~~~

April 8, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, House Lannister, Threading by Queen Cersei Lannister (Y)

The days are always so short in Winterfell. I am constantly catching chills and I need to bundle myself in furs. We have not been here that long, but honestly, it feels like we have been thrown into a freezing seven hells. I despise every bit of it. The only comfort is found in my brother, Jaime and my children. They are the only thing that keeps me going right now. My husband is absent in person and in emotion. I used to care, but I have become numb to the pain. It does not exist for me and I
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A Call To War One Heart: A Goodbye

April 6, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Lannister by

  A call to war has been issued. The Armies of the south rise up against the north, and the Kingslayer has one last opportunity to say goodbye to his sister. He finds her in the throne room dressed in a gown of Lannister red and gold. Jaime Lannister Y ~My cloak trails behind me as I enter the main throne room in kings landing. Before me mocks the Iron throne, with its jagged swords, it is a place where Joffrey now resides as ruling king  The iron throne room is now empty, except for my sister who sits on
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Tommen and Rickon’s drawing.

February 24, 2012 in House Stark, Threading by Tommen

Tommen Baratheon: ~It’s been so nice here at Winterfell because I got to play with Bran and Rickon. But it’s so sad Bran fell, now he can’t come back with us. Where we could play all the time~*sketches on a sheet of parchment a picture of him, and Uncle Jaime in a field of flowers with kittens, a rainbow and a huge smiling sun.* Rickon Stark: *sees Tommen is drawing and wants to too.* What are you drawing? I want to help, may I? Tommen Baratheon: *smiles and nods* I want to draw a nice picture for Uncle Jaime. He
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