Magical dark asoiaf stories
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Sansa Stark of the Court of Winter had been destined to marry Prince Joffrey, heir to the Imperial Court, since before she got her moon's blood. As her father’s best friend said: “I have a son, you have a daughter.” They would marry unless, her father King Eddard decided, they did not have soulmate marks referring to other known people. Seven years Sansa visited the imperial palace to meet her betrothed while waiting for their soulmate marks to arrive. The more time passes though, the more Sansa starts to dream of having a soulmate who isn't Joffrey.
AKA: the Sansa/Willas soulmate AU in an elevated fantasy setting.
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- Part 1 of Magical dark asoiaf stories
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With King Aegon at Dragonstone, King Stannis in the North, and King Robb as king of the North, Riverlands and Vale, the walls are closing in on King's Landing. Varys sends Myrcella to Casterly Rock with a simple mission. When Robb Stark attacks her, she must surrender to him and seduce him to find out his weakness. Then, when the royal forces come to save her, she must pass along the secret of his weakness so the King in the North can be destroyed for good. Sounds easy enough, or is it?
‘But you did not state any terms for yourself, princess Myrcella’, the king said.
‘I assumed any plea for myself would be useless. I’m too valuable.’
‘Yes’, the king agreed.
‘Murder her. As long as she lives she’s in the line of succession for the iron throne!’ cried an old Northerner.
‘No prisoner exchange or price is worth it to keep her prisoner instead of killing her. When she dies, there’s only one left!’ cried another.
‘Kill the bastard princess!’
Myrcella closed her eyes. Now she’d done it. She had told Varys she feared this outcome.Series
- Part 2 of Magical dark asoiaf stories
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Just like all girls with big dreams, Jeyne Poole had been told to be careful what she wished for.
Yet, having been raised on the same steady diet of fairy tales and courtly lessons as Sansa Stark, even though Jeyne was only a steward’s daughter, she couldn’t help but dream about a romantic future with a dashing lord.
But now, standing in front of a ditchfire some distance removed from a gnarled old Weirwood tree, Jeyne belatedly understood the lesson they had tried to instil upon her.
‘Now comes Jeyne of House Poole, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.’
‘Who comes forth to claim this woman?’ the red priest in the faded red robes asked.
‘I do, Lord Beric of House Dondarrion.’ She could see him coming to stand next to her from her peripheral vision. In the dark he was even more of a ghost, his whole body swallowed by the faded and torn black cloak with stars.Series
- Part 3 of Magical dark asoiaf stories