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    I'm a Hand. With a young blonde beautiful daughter, who's somewhat connected to he king. Well, that reduces the camp... to at least two names.
    So what's my preferite death? Beheaded or a dart in my bowels? The second one at least should be avoidable. Just not frame your own son for a crime he didn't commit. There was only a little drawback: what if Tyrion's role in Essos was pivotal to the future of Westeros? The fat one didn't even finished the books. Saving his skin just to die by a severe case of Whitewalkers didn't seem the best of the affairs.
    “Viserys appreciated greatly my readings. - said the girl - But you... How are you faring, father? It's not you, staying in your nightdresses at this time of day.”
    Viserys. Abort line of thought. No Whitewalkers. No Nightking. Only the Dance. The fucking Dance of Dragons.

    English isn't my first language. Constructive comments are well accepted.

    Published on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday

    Look, if you want, my first fic, it's another Fix-it but with a more traditional spin. The D(a)emon inside me

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