Hello So it's my first time writing a Game of Thrones fanfic so please help me out here. I may get some names or places wrong so please comment any errors that you see.

This is a story that has been inside my head for a long time. I love Game of Thrones so much that I read a lot of fanfics and I have to watch a new episode when it comes out.

Message me if you want because I like making new friends

So I hope you all like this. The preface starts after the death of Ned Stark. This story has a lot of time changes so please bear with me. Don't worry. I will place messages on when the chapter starts when it comes to the events in GoT.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GoT. THIS MASTERPIECE BELONGS TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN. HE'S A GENIUS AND HE REMINDS ME OF DUMBLEDORE OR GANDALF.

CLAIMER: I, HOWEVER, OWN NATHALIA AND HER COVEN. WHOO HOO! :D

NOWWWW... ON WITH THE STORY!

PREFACE

"Robb Stark is marching towards King's Landing now as we speak"

Cercei Lannister's brows furrow in annoyance. She has proposed an acceptable bargain for the life of Ned Stark and her own son had to ruin that for her. Now their family is on the verge of war against the North. Her father was too busy taking care of things for the rock and the only people worth trusting here…wait…there are no people worth trusting. "It will be moons before he reaches us. By then, the kingsguard shall meet them in the battlefield"

From the corner of her eyes, she can see Varys shake his head. "It will not be that easy, your Grace. The boy is raged for the death of his father. He has his cunning mother with him. They will gain allies on the way here"

Cercei stands up from her chair, emitting a loud crash when the furniture meets the ground. Damn her own boy! "Let them gain allies! I want ravens sent to my father about this. He will send us thousands of men not even Robb Stark can even dream of"

"My queen, there is always a chance that she will help us along with her coven" Grand Maester's Pycelle's old voice is the one that breaks the silence that emerged after Cercei's proclamation.

The rest of the council nods their head in agreement.

"Yes. The Grand Maester is correct. You were friends with her once" Varys adds.

Cercei laughs scornfully and turns to the window. The morning was peaceful. There was no sign of war emerging. "That was when everyone was rallying for the mad king to flee from the throne. She is always on the honorable side. The Stark Family is honorable. We will never know who she'll choose to give aide to. Might be the Targaryen bitch, I don't know. For now, we must keep this for ourselves. No reason for the people to panic over a future event" She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "This meeting is done. You may all leave" She doesn't need to turn around to know that they have all scattered.

Where is Jaime?

TADAAAAA! Don't worry. This story is not just in Cercei's POV. This is just an introduction about Nathalia's reputation in Westeros. She's famous isn't she? Hehe…So please comment on what you think about the story.