Chapter 7

After the incident with Ramsey, I took the frightened Sansa to my ship; as I waited for the dogs to arrive.

I decided at the end to command the dogs to leave Ramsey's dead body intact, why?

After a long consideration, I decided to end House Bolton, earlier... how?

Well by lying to the Starks, telling them that Lord Bolton had sent his bastard to kill Sansa, that would, in turn, put the Bolton's under a very, very bad light.

That way, I would end the most significant threat in the north before the war even started, and if I was lucky, I might get some lands on the way.

"How long will it take us to get to Bear Island?" Sansa asked, stopping my train of thought.

"Above a couple of hours," I informed her, as I lead the dogs Ramsey had so gracefully given to me.

I wondered if without House Bolton would the Starks win the war? Honor was the downfall of Ned Stark, Love for Robb Stark; they were surprisingly innocent for this world.

I had other beliefs, and firmly agreed with Cersei, when you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die.

War has no mercy; war has no honor; war has no values; war only has winners, and losers.

And I intended to be a winner; I didn't care for the crown, god knows that shitty crown only brings problems, but I would protect what's mine from everyone, whether I liked or not, my house words had stuck with me.

Here We Stand

I would stand against, the lords, the kings, the gods themselves if I had to, to defend what's mine.

-The Greyjoy's tried to raid the island while you were away- one of my little birds sang, -The krakens destroyed their ships and ate their man-

So the ironborn decided to start raiding again, what an interesting development.

"Thanks, I'll be sure to give you some extra grain," I petted the bird as I smiled.

The Greyjoy's were a cancer, rapers , thieves, that's what their house was known for, nothing more.

It's a grave mistake to even allow them to exist, to begin with.

But I wasn't going to end them, no I would wait, killing them would bring me nothing, but if I waited for them to hurt the Starks, and then destroyed them, I would be handsomely rewarded for it.

Besides my general disgust for them and their culture I had nothing against them, Bear Island was impossible to raid or invade; I had Krakens defending my waters, at all times.

Well, not entirely impossible to invade, Daenerys in a future would be able to do it.

I can control animals not familiars, and if her dragons end up being familiars, they would just fly to bear island.

Of all the people in the world, she was among the few that represented a threat to me in the long run.

But she was also among the few people I wouldn't mind seeing in the iron throne; she was just and fair; her main problem was her vindictiveness.

But in her place who wouldn't want revenge, for what they did to her family? She had while I didn't like it every right to hate those who destroyed her family.

Like the people in the rebellion had the right to dethrone her family.

It was one of those situations nobody was right.

It had crossed my mind, to court her many times, and help her regain her throne, it would be beneficial, but it feels like it would be a drag, to be the king of the seven kingdoms.

Sansa will do, I don't want people plotting to kill me and my kids for all eternity.

But it would be delightfully poetic to see my father's face knowing I'm banging the woman he loves.

I chuckled at the thought, which earned an odd look from Sansa.

"Don't mind me, just imagining stuff," I winked at her.

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[Daenerys Targaryen POV]

My brother had slowly become a monster; I still remember the days he was sweet and kind.

Those days are long gone.

I am afraid to wake up the dragon.

But one day we will be back in our kingdom, and we will take back what's rightfully ours, with blood and fire.

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[Sansa Stark POV]

Ronard Mormont, the man that was to be my husband soon, he was tall, handsome, a good warrior, but he was also smart, mother said he alone made his house rich.

Father trusts his honor; Mother admires his mind; he was, by all means, the man any woman would dream of marrying.

But he wasn't a prince.

I always thought I would marry Prince Joffrey, and be his Queen; I suppose that dream is out of reach for me now.

At the very least I can say I like Ronard he is gallant, chivalrous, and swore to protect me, so my duty to my house won't be hard, mother didn't marry for love, but ended up loving father, so perhaps I will love him one day like I would've loved the prince.

But I have noticed something when Ronard touches me; he does as if he shouldn't be touching me when he kisses me, he kisses me as if he shouldn't be kissing me.

I know he likes me like mother says the eyes of a man don't lie, but something about me shakes this.

I wonder what?

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

Varys informed my daughter about the possible betrothal between House Stark and House Mormont.

The idiot of a daughter that I have can't see the bigger picture.

We have no control over the North, with Myrcella betrothed to the young lord we would've ensured the major economy of the north for us.

And with Sansa betrothed to Joffrey, we would've ensured the North absolute loyalty, with a Stark in the south, keeping them at bait should they should the rise against us.

But now, we have nothing.

If a war were to break-in, the North would have no ties to us; I have to fix this, like always.

The brat would marry alright, but not a Stark.

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Author note:

Hey, guys what up, working a lot today but I came with the update!

So a few things, in the last author note I wanted to put it clear things politically speaking won't go as smooth as you guys would think.

Tywin wants Ronard, his money his loyalty.

Sansa likes him, but like the brat she was, she's still infatuated with the idea of a prince she has never seen.

On other things.

I want to let you guys know our MC is definitely strong; no man can hope to match him.

But that doesn't mean he can take on an army alone, yes he is powerful, but if he slips during the war coming up, he can still get hurt.

But on 1v1, no one can beat him, but there is someone in the north that was might give him a challenge.

Anyway, enjoy!