I OWN A GAME OF TRHONE AND A FIRE OF SONG AND ICE Lol nope it belongs to its owners nbut im shure evreiboy and girls will L-ul-ve this storey.;+
Ophelia Lannnsiter was ridding on her horse. She was riddign to meet witjh her fate, but one that was not hers. Since her brother was dead, she had to go at his place on the King's court, doing his job as her own, and winning sweet money and dangerous responsabilities on the way to a greater success. But since this is some kind of medieval world, Girls were not respected and the place of her brother had to be filled by a man, or no one else. So Ophelia disguised herself as a man: She wore the most clever of disguise so no one could recognize her or tell she was Opjhelia Lannister. She wore male clothes, most of it in skinthight leather and furr with a chainmail and a cape, and the most bigger hat one could find if this one discovered it. Also, nobody could tell she was a she, because the had a FDALSE Moustache, a nearly a Fu Manchu one, but more like the one of Hulk (AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hu,lk laogan, not the green from the Avengers LOL) .
So Ophelia LaNNIster, who was know under the name Of Bruno Lannister and of Othelllo Lanister, was riding her horse. It was a mighty stallion of dark hue, bread for battle, travel and efforts of mundane importances, With a Mane of gold and hooves like thunderstorms in the first night of spring: Oreageous and terrible, yet beautiful. She, because Ophelia (Authaor's notes: Or Bruno Or Othello) preferred to think of animals as presonns so it was she not it, was always appy of travelling or killing peasants, but since there was no dirty peaseants around the horse just walked happily.
And soon they saw the wall and the Kings'Castle.
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Two man were standing in the cold, on a hill. They were also watching the Horizon. One Of them was a muighty knight, all armred in chainmail and furr. He held his Huge sword with two hands, like some of the mightiest templar in their dreamless sleep of death and stone, between his legs with the point on the ground, between his feets. His Compagninon was a man in a classiy suit, and he was probably rich to the core because to wear informally a220220 bucks suit is the cold on a dirty land you had to be rich and maybe stupid, because otherwise the loan Shanrks comes and breake your LESGS!รค
"BRACE yourself, Winter is coming!" said the first man, assuming a stunning position that cried "come at me, bro" and using* his sword as a baseball bat (*Author noters: he held the sword like a bat, for the ones who think otherwise well it's mine storey, doyour own)
Hhis Compagnion respnonded, in his eyes the look of a man who looked like a man who gazed into the Sires of H-E_LL(Cant rite that). A slingle tear dropped in the ground to never reaper (or be seen again). "I hadn't know it already reached climax" Said the man. A dark laught echoed in the wind like the sinister wishper murmured by a insane wizard who got mad after felling in folly.