Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

Ros' bare body was warm against mine, her steady breathing the only sound in the dimly lit room. Her fiery hair lay sprawled across my chest, her soft skin pressed against my own.

She was completely exhausted, drained from the night's indulgence.

But even as she slept soundly, my mind remained restless.

I stared at the ceiling, thoughts swirling like a storm.

This world—**Westeros, the Seven Kingdoms, the chaos that was soon to unfold—**was nothing like my old life.

And if I wanted to survive, to thrive, I needed to decide my path.

The Threats of This World

Westeros was already a dangerous place, but I knew what lay beyond the petty squabbles of lords and kings.

✔ The Night King and the Army of the Dead. A force that no one would take seriously until it was too late. An unstoppable tide of death and ice, lying in wait beyond the Wall.

✔ The Three-Eyed Raven. A creature that could see through time, manipulating events from the shadows. A man who saw the past, present, and future all at once. Could he see me? Did he already know of my existence?

✔ Daenerys Targaryen. A girl exiled across the sea, waiting to reclaim the throne with three dragons at her back.

✔ The Iron Throne itself. The seat of power, the thing that had driven men to madness, war, and betrayal.

✔ The Game of Thrones. A game that claimed the lives of those who played too boldly—or too naively.

And then, there was me.

A man with no past, no noble house, no true claim to anything.

But I had power. And power, in the right hands, was more valuable than any title.

The question was—what did I want?

Do I Want It All?

The Seven Kingdoms.

A single throne ruling over all of Westeros.

It was tempting. The power, the control, the ability to shape the world however I saw fit.

But would it be worth it?

Ruling the Seven Kingdoms was a game of endless backstabbing, endless betrayals, endless war.

Would I rather be a king or a free man?

The North: Friend or Foe?

The North was my current home.

✔ Stubborn, proud, strong.

✔ A land of warriors, not schemers.

✔ Cold, but filled with men who understood loyalty—until they didn't.

But the North was also a land of fools.

Ned Stark was a good man, but good men died first in this world.

Robb Stark? Too young, too proud, too blind to the game.

House Stark would fall in the War of the Five Kings.

The question was—did I let it happen?

✔ Do I save Ned? Change fate, and keep the North strong?

✔ Do I let Robb rise, only to fall as he was meant to?

✔ Or do I let them all bleed, so that when the dust settles, I can claim Sansa for myself?

The War of the Five Kings

I knew what was coming.

✔ Stannis, the rightful heir, would fight a losing war.

✔ Renly, the golden boy, would be cut down before he could even rule.

✔ The Lannisters would play their games, spilling blood in the name of power.

✔ Robb Stark would march south, believing himself a king—only to be betrayed.

✔ Balon Greyjoy, the vulture, would strike at the North while it was unguarded.

Did I join the war?

Or did I watch from the shadows, letting the wolves and lions tear each other apart?

Daenerys Targaryen: Ally or Enemy?

Across the sea, a girl was growing into a conqueror.

✔ Three dragons.

✔ An army of freed slaves.

✔ A hunger for the throne her family once ruled.

If I ignored her, she would rise on her own, unstoppable.

But if I intervened…

Could I turn her into an ally? A lover? A tool to be used?

Or would she see me as a threat, another man standing in the way of her destiny?

My Final Choice: The North or Westeros?

✔ Do I carve my own kingdom? Take the North, rule from Winterfell, and let the rest of the world burn?

✔ Do I play the game and take the Iron Throne for myself?

✔ Do I remain a shadow, controlling events without ever sitting on a throne?

And then—Sansa.

Would she be my queen?

Would she be mine alone, once her family was gone?

Or would she be a piece on the board, to be used as needed?

The answers would come, in time.

For now, I simply smirked, tracing my fingers through Ros' red hair as she slept.

Tomorrow, the game would continue.

And I would be ready.