AN: I have no clue on a definitive schedule, I tend to post these relatively quick after finishing them, hopefully once winter break starts up, I can do several chapters at once and then release them on a regular basis. On the bright side I started coming up with definitive decks for characters. I will end each chapter with a brief summary of someone who either appeared or will appear in the next chapter.

Here is the newest chapter for King of Thrones

THE REACH-HORN HILL

Samwell

"Sword Hunter, Attack Sam's Aqua Madoor!" The Swordsman covered in more blades than he could use eviscerated Sam's defence mode monster. After which it picked up their mask which turned into another sword, adding to his collection. "And with that his Power raises again to 2850. I end my turn." Dickon said to his older brother.

Sam drew a card to begin his turn. While stronger than anything he had available, Dickon only seemed to rely on raw power, filling his deck with warriors and ways to increase their own power. Sam should know, having given Dickon such cards in trades to build their decks. Such a strategy was less effective when your opponent had cards that were meant for combinations. "My move, and I summon Mystical Elf, In attack mode." A beautiful woman wearing a green dress and having blue skin appeared before Sam. "Next I equip her with Book of Secret Arts, raising her attack to 1100."

"So, what Sam? My monster is almost three times as high." Dickon pointed out this strange blunder of a move. While it was true that Sam was winning in terms of Life Points at 3500 to Dickon's 950, it seemed like a suicidal move.

"Next I activate the equip spell Pestilence and equip it to your Sword Hunter." Suddenly Sword Hunter began to cough as a purple fog with a face floated behind him. He fell to his knees, and his Attack became 0.

"Now, since your hand is empty and the only cards in your spell and trap zone are my monsters, I will have Mystical Elf attack and end this duel." Mystical Elf brought her hands together and a white light enveloped the ill Sword Hunter, destroying him and reducing Dickon's LP to 0.

"Damn, I thought I had you for once." Dickon complained. He had yet to beat Sam even once; the closest being their first duel.

Dickon may only be eleven but had filled his deck with the warriors and soldiers his father had worked to mold him into. Sam on the other hand, filled his deck with Spellcasters and support magic and traps. Between the cards that Dickon and their sisters had to start with, as well as what was available, Sam had enough cards to build an entire deck around his Spellcasters.

'Probably the closest I will get to being a wizard.' Sam thought about his childhood dream.

Dickon walked off to the training grounds. Their father may have been forced to accept dueling, but that was no excuse for Dickon not to become a warrior. Sam walked off to the library to read.

The library of Horn Hill had fallen into disrepair, as Sam's father Randyll Tarly refused to spend more than the bare minimum to maintain it, and only then because the Maester had to point out other nobles could visit and if they saw that he had let it fall into ruin, it would hurt his reputation.

Luckily the previous generations of Tarly men had a better appreciation of knowledge; though admittedly more than half of it was about war strategies and how to use or counter them. It was from reading these that Sam kept his mind sharp. He had figured that he would come up with the strategies and his brother would lead the troops. After an hour or two of reading Sam left the library only to run into his father in the halls.

"Samwell, come to my solar." Randyll ordered his eldest son with barely restrained hatred. Sam had gotten used to that tone, but it still caused him to fear what his father would do to him.

After they reached the Solar, Randyll locked the door. He liked being sure of his privacy. He had closed off Horn Hill to most outsiders who came for long term stays, hoping to keep Lord Varys, the Spider from ever getting his spies into Horn Hill.

Sam grew a bit nervous. This was their first one on one talk since dueling had come to the world. With the news that it was a new form of combat, Randyll begrudgingly accepted it, though he forbade his daughters from dueling, saying it was wrong for them as women to be fighting in any way. It was him filling his deck with warriors that had led to Dickon doing the same. Randyll had also watched several of Sam's duels with Dickon; but never spoke of them. Sam could guess that it angered him that his favored child was losing to his least loved.

"I was going to wait until your next Nameday to tell you this, but with these new duels I see I cannot wait any longer." Randyll turned to Sam; hatred naked enough that one would mistake them for mortal enemies instead of father and son. "You are not worthy of my lands and titles. You are a weak, fat and pathetic boy. The thought of you replacing me is enough to turn my stomach. I would prefer your sisters being my heir, as at least when our house falls everyone will know it was because they were women. But you, when you fail, we will be made a mockery. So, I will give you a choice." Randyll pulled out a deck. "You can surrender your claim to the family lands and titles, or we will have a duel."

Sam was shocked by this. He knew his father hated him, but to see his recent success be seen as an insult to his father was unexpected. And now his father had challenged him to a duel, but he knew his father well enough. "This duel; it would be dangerous, would it not?" He said getting a sense for what his father was saying.

"Aye" His father replied. "We both know of my hatred and contempt for you; if we duel, it will end in one of us dying."

"No one is more hated than a Kinslayer." Sam pointed out to his father, hoping to bring him back to his senses.

"True, but only you would be a Kinslayer." Randyll said. He drew some cards from his deck and showed them to Sam. "I made this one especially for you."

Sam looked at the cards; they were all beasts that looked like animals, and the spells and traps, they were counters for all the tricks he had used on Dickon. It was a deck made for the sole purpose of beating him.

"It took a while, finding all of these cards, having servants buy them for me piece by piece. Once you are gone, I will gift them to other nobles, no one will know of this deck's existence. I told your mother that I would try to bond with you more; either through a father and son hunt or duel. If you lose, I will tell her that you came across a pack of animals, I tried to protect you but they ripped you apart. I already have hunters out getting game to show I killed some. I will also cut myself with their claws and teeth to feign my injuries.

"On the other hand, should you win, I will die. We are in a locked room, and some loyal servants saw you enter with me. If you walk out with me lying dead, everyone will know you are a Kinslayer. A son who lacked his father's favor, and so killed him to maintain his inheritance. You would not be the first. I also sent notes to Lord Tyrell-the fool and the King. Mace always asks how I am doing. I wrote about how the cards had brought us closer together now, and how we were going to have our first match against each other soon. They will think you planned it, so if you go to either to claim your innocence, they will see that you are lying."

"So, my SON… What is your choice? Will you die or become a Kinslayer, or shall I send you out of my sight forever?"

Sam reeled from all of this information. His father had been thorough, and there was no move Sam could make that would stop his father.

"If I am not to be your heir, what shall I do?" Sam asked. When he had previously asked about becoming a Maester, Randyll had chained him up in the dungeon for three days. He doubted his father would leave that option for him.

"The Night's Watch. Perhaps the cold and lack of food will be able to make you at least look the part of a man; instead of the womanly craven you are." His father responded in a voice that showed he would accept no other option.

NEXT DAY

He had said goodbye to his mother and siblings. He had spun a lie about how he wanted to see what books they had preserved in their ancient history, and how Dickon would be a much better lord than him. He would be accompanied to the edge of House Tarly territory by soldiers in order to make sure he left.

His father had provided him with the horse and a bag of silvers. It could get him to the wall if he spent it sparingly. He doubted his father would care if he died on the journey to bandits or the like.

Sam reflected what he knew about people's opinions on the Night's Watch. He supposed he would not reach any true hospitality until he made it at least to the Neck.

He looked at a village they were skirting around and saw the duels taking place. 'Well, there is a silver lining-perhaps I will get to duel more.' The thought was a comfort to Sam. Perhaps he would see new cards. The Watch was made from people from all over the Seven Kingdoms. But then he realized that any non-criminals on the wall would likely have given their best cards to their friends or family before leaving.

With nothing to do but move forward; Sam looked at his final gift from home-a card his mother had gotten for his name day. A card he had been searching for, as his deck mainly centered around it, yet he could not find it. After the guards left, he looked at it and spoke. "Well Dark Magician, let's see what the future has in store."

THE NORTH-WINTERFELL

Jon

Jon Snow watched from a window as his family played out on the training ground. Robb and Theon were having a go at it, while his father Lord Stark was duelling Bran. Arya was busy with Septa Mordane and Sansa and Lady Stark, which left Jon alone with his cards.

He still could not figure out this one card in his deck, yet at the same time could not remove it from his deck all the same. He felt a connection to the card; though he had no idea why.

Turning back to his family, Jon thought about how he had grown up with Robb. How they had both greeted each new sibling, and even Theon when he had first arrived. Yet, he knew that outside of his younger siblings and some servants such as Old Nan and the Cassels, the only reason he had not been turned away was because of Robb and Ned. Had he done pranks by himself without Robb, he would have been scolded more, had Ned not been his father, he likely would never have even had anyone to care for him. As much as he loved his family, it was hard not to see himself as the lone wolf the pack would be better without. He would not be a stain on his father's honour, and if he was not there, then perhaps Robb would have had other noble children to play with, just as Ned had been with King Robert in the Vale.

'Will I ever be able to repay House Stark?' he wondered to himself. He knew he would do whatever he could to try. It was in part why he wanted to join the Night's Watch, as it would bring honor to the family for him to rise high, and that felt like the only place he could.

He wanted more than anything to BE a Stark. Unfortunately, Lady Catelyn would never allow it. She was too afraid that he would do something to overthrow Robb. As if he could. He would sooner kill himself than harm any of his siblings. Even if he did, the North would never stand for it.

He looked down on Robb finishing off Theon as the two laughed about it. While he and Robb were brothers who were raised together, Theon had grown closer to Robb than to Jon. He felt like an unnecessary part when the three were together.

'Will I ever have a friend like that? Like Theon to Robb, or the King to Father?' Jon thought as he turned away from the window.

WESTERLANDS-CASTERLY ROCK

Tywin

Tywin Watched as Tyrion departed for King's Landing. He would be going to in part to visit his brother and niece and nephews, and in part to report back to Tywin about the going ons of King's Landing. Pycelle may send him messages about such things regularly, but he had a tendency to assume anything Cersei did was part of Tywin's plans. He lost track of how often he had to act fast to undo Cersei's mistakes. Cersei did possess above average intellect, but by growing up as Tywin worked to restore the Lannister's name, she had come to believe that the Lannisters were the best for everything. When new positions on the Small Council opened up, she was always suggesting one of her uncles or cousins fill the spot. The latest was when Stannis left to attend to his duties on Dragonstone, and she recommended her uncle Steffon become Master of Ships. When he had heard of that; Tywin's mind immediately went to how Steffon loathed boats and always got seasick from travel longer than a river crossing.

Tywin was thankful that Robert saw fit to ignore her. There was such a thing as picking the right person for the position. Had Cersei picked a Lannister ill fitted for the role, then the shame would be worse than any possible gain from putting them there in the first place.

And then there was her stunting Joffrey's growth. She coddled him too much. It was to be expected to some extent. Tywin remembered his own Mother always fretting over him. He also remembered Queen Betha Blackwood worrying over both Jaehaerys and Aerys when he was sent to court. She had also been like another mother to him as well; hearing of her death at Summerhall being one of the few times in his adulthood that he found tears running down his cheeks.

He knew how Mothers could be about their children. Yet somehow, Cersei managed to fail at even THAT. By all accounts, Joffrey-who logically should have been sheltered and soft based on how Cersei treated him, was instead sheltered and CRUEL; which was even worse. If he was soft, then he would at least have some people who would defend him. Even if it was just so they could continue to exploit him. But a cruel king would unite the kingdoms in revolt. There was a reason the Tyrells kept siege on Storm's End after the Battle of the Trident, instead of rushing to defend the king they were sworn to obey. Without Rhaegar as a beacon that Aerys would one day be replaced; many lords had withdrawn their support in secret, so as to not anger the rebellion that would win, as well as not be labelled an opportunistic turncloak by those who had been in the rebellion longer.

If Joffrey did not shape up while Robert was still alive, then he would start another revolt. House Lannister may be the most powerful of all the houses; but the Westerlands could not defeat the other kingdoms with only the Crownlands for support. Cersei had even brought up the idea that only another Lannister was worthy of Joffrey's love. If that happened, then they would not be able to rely on any other kingdoms helping if even for their own self-interest.

Meanwhile Tommen and Myrcella- whom Cersei had essentially abandoned to the Septa and Maester had managed to grow to be regular children. Tommen may be a bit too soft for Tywin's preference, but he was only seven. There was plenty of time for him to grow. With Robert recently bonding with him and Myrcella, Tywin had no doubt Robert would start to guide his children more.

Tywin returned to his solar where the Maester greeted him with a letter from Cersei. Sighing he dismissed the Maester and began to read it. It was all the same complaints.

Robert spends all his time playing games instead of ruling - 'Better that than dishonoring you with whores like before'

These cards are dangerous; you need to regain your rightful place as Hand and make them illegal - 'Even if I agreed to do so we would face so much resistance that a rebellion would be inevitable. Also, the cards have by all accounts made people safer so far, if the tales of regular villages being able to defend against bandits is anything to go by.'

Some visiting nobles had the audacity to try to attack Joffrey with their cards when he said how foolish they were - 'A prince should not be antagonizing his future subjects in the first place. As long as they do their duty and are competent let them do as they please.'
Joffrey is the only one who sees reason in how this nonsense is just that and ignores it- 'He had better learn how to play if he hopes to become respected. If any random small-folk is able to defeat the future king, then he will become the laughing stock of Westeros.'

By the time he was done reading Tywin was thankful that he did not keep any wine in his solar.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. "Enter" He commanded. Kevan walked in. In his hands were two small wooden boxes. He approached the desk and gave them to Tywin.

Tywin almost let out a smirk. Kevan was the only person Tywin had dueled so far. They had used the abandoned first gold mine that had been responsible for the creation of Casterly Rock. It was empty but stood as a reminder of where their power came from and a warning that it was not infinite. Tywin had had multiple Maesters make estimates on how much gold was likely left under the Lannisters. Luckily the worst estimate was another 5 centuries worth- and that was if Tywin were to actually make an effort to excavate all the gold until none was left. At the rate the Westerlands was going, they would easily last another few millennia.

By using the mine Tywin had kept his deck a secret from everyone else. This allowed him to come up with strategies without risk of someone being prepared to counter them. Ever since Tywin had bought several of the more expensive cards, he had been carefully crafting his deck. The only things the contents of the boxes could be were cards he had set Kevan out to search for while he did some business with their vassals.

Tywin opened the first box and saw the cards inside: Defense Draw. Two copies of it.

"This was not the card I ordered you to retrieve." Tywin pointed out to his younger brother.

"No, but it was a card I was lucky to stumble across. And they fit into the type of deck you are building."

Tywin was willing to concede that. He had several low-level high defense monsters. For someone to get past them and inflict damage on him; only to have the damage negated and the chance to draw another card that brought him one step closer to victory would be a boon. He then opened the other box. This time he let his smile. Inside it was the card he had asked for. He would not say he was now invincible; but anyone who thought to challenge the Lion of Casterly Rock had their work cut out for them.

AN: and we are done with Chapter 2 of King of Thrones. Started out with just Sam and Jon but decided to throw Tywin in to help lengthen it out.

Randyll Tarly thinks he got rid of Varys' spies. Varys gets a good laugh out of that.

His plan would never have worked, but Sam neither knows that nor wishes for his father's death, so he went willingly.

Jon reflects on how he feels like a third wheel to Robb and Theon. Don't worry about that Jon. Your non-blood brother is on his way!

Tywin reflects on Cersei's idiocy and failures as well as Joffrey's instability. And he completes his deck. Tywin Lannister will never settle for second best and his cards will reflect this. Defense Draw being one that I often use in Duel Links that has gotten me out of tough duels.

Next time we shall travel across the Narrow Sea and see what is going on in Essos. (Hint: The Bravosi are laughing at Slaver's Bay's expense) and I will leave you guys off with a quick description of Viserys' deck: Dragons. Literally. The only non-dragon monster he has is the spellcaster Lord of D. Make no mistake though, he is more of a threat here than in Canon. There, he was woefully out of his depth as a warrior. Here, he has had as much time to train as anyone else has.

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Good luck to you all in all your endeavors. Hope to see you all next chapter.

Jaehaerys Joestar.