Gamers in Game of Thrones

Robb looked calmly at his new wife, sleeping next to him, his wedding to Margaery Tyrell was last night, and he was not disappointed, Margaery was a typical southern noble, ambitious, manipulative, and beautiful, no doubt she and Arianne would get along well, Contrary to Talisa, Margaery did not possess the desire to favor anyone except herself, it did not mean that he would not love her in due time, but in his perspective, Talisa was his true wife.

Arriving for the wedding, Arianne offered her assistance for the evening, although she was politely declined by Robb, she promised to help him de-stress later. As soon as he woke up he found himself in the white room, he had obtained a new title, king of the domain.

He looked carefully at the body next to him still asleep and got up, went to the table, and looked at the maps, he had to leave for the domain as soon as possible, join the Valyrian army, and put an end to Kings Landing once and for all.

"Our revenge," he muttered.

"Our justice," he whispered, thinking of his father.

The war took a lot from him, almost everything, but he was still standing, he was close to finally obtaining victory, but he was nervous, he didn't know why.

He turned to see Margaery sleeping and wondered if taking her again would relax him, but he shook his head, better to let her sleep, it wasn't fair to take out his frustrations on her.

Seeing her in bed reminded him of Talisa, who was waiting for him in the north with his son, he missed them, he longed, and he wanted to return. The woman had returned for a time, after the conquest of the rock, to appear before the lords, spend some time with her husband (Which was very pleasant), and of course heal the army.

Unfortunately, Winterfell needs someone to organize the houses, little Ned must also be in a safe place, Talisa was in charge of that, she was better at organizing than any northern Lord after all.

"If I conquer the landing, I will be king of the seven kingdoms, no, not seven, six, Dorne is for Valyria," he muttered.

Speaking of which, the titles that the game gave him for his conquests, King of the North, Trident, Vale, Iron, and Dominion, but the conquest of the rock did not give him any title, for a moment he thought that until the Lannisters do not fall, it wouldn't do it.

He had sent the mountain to the wall, it was a plan that he designed with Jon a long time ago, to give justice to Elia Martell, he knew that with Prince Oberyn Martell there, Gregor would not live long, and he did not care.

'for the moment everything is organized, the Lannisters flee to the landing, the north, the valley, the rivers, the iron islands, the storms, and the dominion, they are in our control, the landing is the only thing that remains...And the walkers' he thought.

The thought of the dead white walkers on the other side of the wall, or the true north as the free people call them, worried him, he had thoroughly investigated their weaknesses, for now, they only had 3, fire, dragonglass, and Valyrian steel.

Sam Tarell, Jon's right-hand man, had investigated thoroughly, according to his information these are the possibilities of eliminating them, but the walkers were subject to a specific hierarchy, gaining immunities according to their higher hierarchy.

It has been proven that the lowest soldiers in the hierarchy, the common soldiers or as they were called in the north, the ghosts, were dead and brought back as servants for the king of the night, they possessed three weaknesses. Fire, Valyrian, and Valyrian steel.

The next in the hierarchy were the white walkers, a kind of captains or generals of the night king's army who handle the dead, unlike the ghosts, the white walkers were not affected by fire.

Finally, the king of the night, Sam's conceit is that in the same way that the specters had three weaknesses and the walkers two, the king will be immune to fire and Valyrian, his theory is that the king of the night creates the white walkers doing a magic ritual, which adds the Valyrian weakness, and the wights are brought in without ritual, which gives them the Valyrian weakness and fire.

Why?

Sam predicted that Valyrian would be a material used for the Night King's own creation and that is why it did not affect him, on the other hand, it was not a material that the Night King used to create the walkers.

The king of the night can be destroyed by Valyrian steel because it is a weapon made of magic, there is no other reason, according to Sam the story of Azor Ahai is nothing more than metaphors created by the red priests, the brand new sword was nothing more. What information about a sword created with magical fire and Valyrian steel.

Sam even boasted that the Valyrians used said legend to create Valyrian steel and Azor Ahai used black magic to make the first.

Robb sighed tiredly.

He looked out the window and prepared food before leaving for the domain.

"It's time to finish," he muttered.

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Myrcella walked through the halls of Storm's End, she was wondering if her cousin wanted to go camping for a day, she was a little tired, the northerners and storm lords did not bother her, they locked her up or treated her badly.

On the contrary, he could do whatever he wanted. She had some companions who helped her and she had been able to spend time with her cousin.

The girl went to her room when she heard some noises, she approached the door and heard constant knocks against the wall as if someone was hitting her with their hands.

Then she denied it and presumed that it was some piece of furniture being hit against the wall, it was wood hitting rock.

The girl gasped softly as she heard a cry of pleasure, she recognized Shireen's voice. And behind the voice, Bran's gasps.

The princess's face turned red as she understood what was happening, her curiosity told her that she should spy, but her modesty did not.

She closed her eyes and tried to think about something else and leave the place, she could have the campsite another day.

"BY THE GODS!" She heard her cousin and ran out of the place embarrassed.

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Tywin looked carefully at the man in front of him, Euron was a pirate who lost several times already, but the reinforcements brought from Essos were appreciated, and his commitment to Cersei was complete.

The woman looked coldly at the pirate, who knelt on his knee almost mockingly.

"The only thing left to do is bring a good wedding gift to my future wife, and I have the perfect gift," he said maliciously, running his eyes over the queen's body.

Cersei said nothing other than raising her eyebrow.

"And that is?" she asked.

"Oh no, I won't ruin the surprise, but you'll love him, dear," he said, leaving.

Jaime saw everything from his position since he lost the rock, his family ignored him, his uncle's death was still engraved in his mind, and his father did not stop reproaching him.

'As if you could have done better' he thought, looking with frustration.

He didn't like Euron, he was as wild as the mountain and with less control.

His father had underestimated Robb Stark.

Underestimated the king of Valyria.

Underrated Dorne and the domain.

'These are his mistakes, not mine' Jaime thought.

He looked at his little son Tommen, still unhappy over Margaery's escape.

'A child,' the kingslayer thought sadly.

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Arianne moaned with pleasure, as Robb took her again, against the table. She had gained the attention of the king of the north a couple of days ago, after visiting him several times at night, when he was not spending them with his new wife.

'As Ellaria always said, you don't win a man with gold, but with flesh,' she thought, biting her lips.

Her main target was the king of Valyria, but Robb Stark was somewhat more accessible.

'Oh at least his wife doesn't have dragons,' she thought.

Another thrust gave her a jolt of pleasure that made the girl scream.

'Nymeria will undoubtedly use her charms on the king of Valyria, and most likely on the queen' she thought, knowing her cousin.

The loss of Dorne took her by surprise, of course, Dorne endured the dragons for centuries, but this new king turned out to be much better than Aegon and his sister wives, he was simply too powerful.

Arianne knew that he would select a husband loyal to the king of Valyria, she did not expect that King Robb would marry her, or that the king of Valyria himself would make her his lover, it was not something advisable, she understood. And Daenerys warned her on Stepstones.

'But obtaining favors from the king will help me in the future, Dorne will be Martell again' she thought.

And she never doubts her thoughts.

She was trained by her father.

Mother.

Uncle.

The best teachers Dorne had to offer.

'There are many ways to get Dorne back, without the need for war,' she thought with pleasure.

With Sansa marrying Quentyn, the boy gained power again, but she knew it was an illusion, Sansa would be the true power, as much as Quentyn loves her, the Stark would be the true authority in Dorne.

And worst of all, Quentyn would allow it, he wouldn't intervene.

'My brothers don't understand how the game is played,' she thought.

[T/N: Girl, you treat yourself like a whore, what value do you have if everyone tasted you?]

And she loved her brothers, but they had no ambition, Quentyn followed Sansa like a good dog, just as Trystane followed Myrcella.

The power of the Martells declined with the fall of Sunspear, and would fall further when Sansa seized power.

The nobles of Dorne valued power before anything else, they were loyal, of course. It was shown through the history of Dorne how loyal they were to the Martells, but in recent years, so many mistakes made them doubt, their loyalty doubted and they had to win them back, Valyria was simply the last straw that broke the camel's back for them. If they came to the idea of ​​putting new blood to run Dorne, the Martells simply declined according to the Lords of Dorne, and now with Sansa's marriage to Quentyn, this new blood could be a marketer of their loyalty, not to mention that it came with the support of Valyria and the north.

Arianne wasn't stupid, she couldn't usurp Sansa, not without having to go through her brothers. And many Lords. But if she could bring nobles under her power, the king of the north was the gateway to that.

With time, a good husband, and an ambitious heir, she could bring the Martells back to power, she just needed contacts, a couple of favors, and maybe a couple of years.

'When Sansa has a couple of children, I'll just have to make them love mine, one way or another, I'm going to come back, and I'm going to win,' she thought.

Robb finally finished and she turned and kissed him.

'Besides, he's handsome,' she thought.

[T/N: What is with the woman of this world, I hope you are either killed or left broken in some whore house.]

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Bran was walking through the halls of Storm's End when he crossed paths with Princess Baratheon.

The girl felt uncomfortable seeing him for some reason that the boy did not know.

Her discomfort lasted a second because she greeted him.

"My lord," she greeted.

Bran smiled at her. He could have corrected her, he was a prince, even a king, the king beyond the wall, but he chose not to, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Princess," he greeted.

Bran looked at her for a second, she was wearing a simple outfit with a white skirt that reached a little below her knees and a white shirt.

A bit thin for Storm's End, it was a cold place compared to Dorne or King's Landing.

The girl asked how everything was.

Bran replied fine and they discussed some unimportant matters, Shireen, Storm's End, even her curiosity about Valyria, but the boy did not answer anything about Valyria since he did not know his brother's territory.

Bran sensed the girl's scents with his sense of smell, which was enhanced, not on par with wolves of course, but better than humans, an ability gained from his training with the three-eyed raven and the children of the forest.

Blueberries are what he smelt.

"Did Aranos eat at this time? Perfume?" He asked himself.

She seemed confused as to why he was so curious about such ridiculousness.

What did it matter because it had the aroma of plowing?

"It smells good," he muttered.

[T/N: That better be normal plowing you're talking about!]

She turned to look at him confused.

He smiled nervously when he found himself trapped.

They continued on their way, the boy noticed her changes over the years for the first time, when he met her in Winterfell, she seemed to him to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, soft, fun, with a great ability to smile.

'And that hasn't changed' he thought, watching Myrcella continue on her way with an innocent smile on her face.

'But everything else' he thought and surreptitiously his eyes traveled over the body that the princess developed.

Her eyes had the same innocence, but her lips became fuller, shining to a certain extent.

Her chest grew in great proportion, she clearly surpassed his two wives, her waist was small, her buttocks grew large, and her skin which was always very white, had a darker color now, thanks to the sun in her years in Dorne.

Bran remembered his first love very clearly.

But seeing what she has become turned him on to some extent.

Jon planned to engage them, and the boy no longer denied the desire.

No, it was a lie, he couldn't control his desires.

He shook his head.

Myrcella turned to look at him, curious.

He smiled at her again as they arrived at the dining room, where they were waiting for them.

Bran approached Meera, his first wife.

Myrcella looked at her, she could see what attracted Bran to Reed, Howland Reed's daughter, she had a wild charm. White-skinned, short and thin, with long brown hair and green eyes. Her hands had some callouses, which showed Myrcella that she was an expert in fighting, something strange in women, of course in Dorne she saw many like that, like the sand snakes but not in the north.

Her gaze now fell on her cousin, Shireen Baratheon, now a Stark. She was always a typical southern girl, she behaved well, without bothering anyone, quiet, she knew that Shireen loved books and that her father gave her an entire library, with her curious blue eyes and her loose black hair that reached her forehead. Waist, already cured of grayscale by Sansa Stark, was beautiful, of course, if the screams she heard the other day from her room meant anything, she also became a passionate woman.

The girl couldn't help but blush, remembering what she heard, and fixed her gaze on the culprit of that, Brandon Stark.

The girl remembered in Winterfell when she went with her family, she played with him a lot, taking advantage of the fact that the boy seemed to like her, and taking that so that he could take her wherever he wanted.

His fall brought her sadness, but now recovered Bran was the one who had changed the most, his face much more manly, determined, more man, if there is any way to say it, he let a little beard growing on his chin, which he did not seem to want to remove, Myrcella found him even more attractive, and his blue eyes seem deeper as if he could read and examine her soul and knew all her secrets just by looking into her eyes.

The girl swallowed hard at the uncomfortable thoughts she felt about the boy, her heart beat strongly when she looked at him, and her desires for Trystane disappeared, just concentrating on his face made her lower her eyes to his lips, and she wanted to taste them, possess them, enjoy them.

The girl blushed at the thoughts, they were wrong.

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Oberyn waited patiently for his companions, a few days had passed since he sent the letter.

A message or plea for help.

There was no more time.

"Any news?" he asked.

A northern-looking man shook his head.

"They remain the same," He said.

Oberyn nodded.

Since they arrived they did not leave the castle.

The white walkers.

They arrived a few days ago, and stayed still, tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds.

Oberyn had never seen an army so large, or so disciplined.

'Well, they're dead,' he thought.

He had sent the letter to the king of the north and the king of Valyria, he also reported the tragic death of the mountain, apparently, he had confronted the walkers with him and fallen, although only Oberyn was really a witness to that, they spent about five days outside the wall And only he came back with the bad news.

A smile appeared on Oberyn's face remembering the pain-filled face of the mountain.

'If only Tywin were here too,' he thought sadly.

Then he shook his head, there didn't seem to be much else to do but wait, for months, the north and Valyria sent many men to occupy, and protect the castles from the wall, dragonglass weapons, and food.

But they were not enough.

They needed the strength of several dragons to stop the monsters.

'At least' he thought.

When the king captured him and told him his fate, he believed that the walkers were real, everything confirmed this fact.

But he had no idea how formidable they were.

He could accept the walkers as strong.

Like monsters in great numbers.

But their weaknesses were almost non-existent.

They didn't sleep.

They didn't eat.

They didn't get tired.

Steel and iron were of no use.

They just attacked.

They obeyed their master and that was it.

An army with a single mind.

A perfect army.

Oberyn sighed wearily.

He hoped Valyria or the north would send help soon.

Or it would just all end.

Their war ended.

But humanity's war has only begun.

His mind traveled to the past, and out of nowhere, he remembered his brother-in-law Rhaegar Targaryen.

Your profession.

Your fantasies.

'Could he have been right?' he thought.

His hatred for Rhaegar was eternal.

But now he wondered if the prince was right.

What if Rhaegar knew about this?

What if everything happened to stop this.

Oberyn denied.

'I can't think like that, even if it's possible...It doesn't matter, Rhaegar could have been right, but the way he did things is what ended up condemning Elia' he thought with renewed fury for his brother-in-law.

"You better eat something Oberyn," he heard and turned to the northerner who was offering him some Bread.

Oberyn took it.

"Thank you. If we eat better, the worst that can happen to us is that they kill us," he said with a smile.

It was the calm before the storm, in Braves, Arthur reopened the Valyria bank, in the west, Robb obtained privileges from his new wife, on Stepstones, Jon lay down next to his wife and she hugged him to sleep, in Storm's End, Bran and Meera slept in bed holding each other.

And on the wall, the dens watched as thousands of ghosts appeared.

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