1. The i****trious house of lannisters( GOT)


    Date: 9/2/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Author: lonelyarya, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is not my story. I found this on the internet.Thought u guys might like it For generations the Stark’s f****y motto had stood as a constant reminder to the rest of the kingdom that somewhere beyond the edge of those warm long summers waited the bitter sting of winter. Fitting then that they kept themselves in Winterfell the coldest place this side of the wall. As the keep's farmers and smiths kept up their work, seemingly oblivious to the cold, a cloaked figure moved unnoticed by the townspeople and moved discretely but shivering through the marketplace. The figure, unlike those surrounding it was not used to the cold, since it had undertaken the long journey to Winterfell every day for them it had felt like they were going to die. Like they were heading into a frozen wasteland which no living thing could survive. Each day the figure felt a little further from home and each day they were shocked at how cold the new day was. The figure clasped its hands beneath its cloak and rubbed them vigorously being careful not to let any of the finery they wore under the shabby cowl shine through. The snow crunched under foot as the figure approached the large stone arch that formed Winterfell’s threshold. Two guardsmen were stationed on either side of the gateway. Instead of fine chainmail or long flowing cloaks these men wore simple leather armour, some of them with fur stitched on around the neck and shoulders. The men faced outwards from the town and had no reason to suspect or ...
    even notice one more traveller bundled up against the cold, the figure knew this but couldn’t stop them self holding its breath until it past the men. Exhaling in relief the taste of a bitter and chill wind filled the figures lungs and as she saw the overgrown stone path which led upwards to the keep’s walls, Cersei Baratheon: Queen of Westeros swore she’d never again set foot in Winterfell. The forgotten path was as out of sight as her b*****r had said and was every bit as unstable, suddenly the thick leather boots Cersei had taken seemed just as valuable as the fine silk and priceless jewellery she wore under her cloak. She scowled to herself in a pang of frustration, she was Lady Cersei Lannister, daughter to the wealthiest man in the kingdom and wife to King Robert Baratheon, all this...sneakery was beneath her. She was a lion and lions didn’t creep. But something very important to her was on top of that wall and she would have crawled on her hands and knees to get to it if she had to. So Cersei climbed slowly but surely hand by hand and inch by inch until she was at the very top of the wall and made hurriedly for the refuge of the dilapidated stone guard post. Only one corner of the structure was still fully intact the rest had been beaten down over the centuries and had perished in some places and completely eroded in others. The only sign of activity was the weak fire in the centre of the post. The trembling flames spread their flickering light across to the one intact ...
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