Gamers in Game of Thrones

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Jon looked at the papers on the table, the letter he hoped to send to Doran Martell. The boys of Dorne and the maester had already been moved to private rooms, permanently guarded, but more comfortable with their own bathrooms and meals.

Not together of course, but he let them be in the park together so they could establish communication.

Sansa had been constantly visiting the prince of Dorne in the afternoons, with some guards of course.

Jon didn't believe the prince had anything to do with the attack on Robb because he would risk coming here.

And his feelings for Sansa were real.

He tested it in the dungeon when he was more worried that his father had sent assassins against Sansa's brother than about the consequences of this for Dorne.

The boy sighed and reread the letter. Some knocks were heard.

"Come in," he said.

Sansa entered and Jon saw a phoenix hanging from her shoulder.

He looked curiously.

"She hasn't left me alone for weeks," she said.

"She detects that you are feeling bad, and she wants to keep you company," Jon said.

Sansa looked at him.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"I asked her," he said.

Sansa smiled and turned to the bird which was being petted, while she made happy moans.

"What do you think?" she asked.

The girl read and quickly picked up a pen, and she began to correct some things.

"Was it that bad?" He asked.

"It's okay, you should just be more respectful, and change some words," she said.

Jon reread the letter.

'Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne

Lord of Sunspear.

The assassination attempt on the king of the north has failed.

The murderer was captured and interrogated, there is enough evidence to convict him.

In addition to the confession, we continue the money route to his spy in Bravos, who confessed that you ordered directly the murder of Robb Stark at the hands of a faceless man.

We also own the boat of said spy, with the contract which was signed with a guardian seal of Dorne.

Under the circumstances, the kingdom of Valyria and the north of Westeros, we consider whether this attack against the king at the hands of the guardian of Dorne was an act of war. 

And as such, with permission from the North, we make our intentions clear.

From now on the southern kingdom of Westeros, Dorne will be found at War Against the Kingdom of Valyria.

Your son, Quentyn Nymeros Martell, is a Valyrian prisoner, as well as his traveling companions, Cletus Yronwood, Ser Gerris Drinkwater, Ser Willam Wells, Ser Archibald Yronwood, and Maester Kedry.

They are in perfect condition, and well-treated.

Despite the terrible circumstances, Valyria will have mercy on Dorne, if its demands are met.

First, you will be arrested and taken to the North, to serve a sentence for the rest of your life, however, it will be in a safe place and not a prison.

Your eldest daughter, Arianne Nymeros Martell, will be delivered to the north as a prisoner of King Robb Stark. Your son Quentyn Nymeros Martell and Trystane Nymeros Martell will be prisoners of Valyria, as will Princess Myrcella Baratheon, the families of Dorne must swear allegiance to Valyria and become part of the glorious kingdom of Valyria.

In case you agree to the demands Valyria will not appoint an heir to run Dorne and your brother Oberyn will have that office, or one of the children of his, whether King Robb Stark decides to hand over your heir Arianne Nymeros Martell after he marries her off, or Valyria choose between Quentyn Nymeros Martell or Trystane Nymeros Martell after marrying a woman of the families of Valyria.

If the demands are met, the colleagues of Quentyn Nymeros Martell will be released immediately and no attack will be made on the Dornish territory.

Refusing the demands will initiate an invasion hostile, in Dorne territory. There will be no mercy for a man or woman who carries weapons or attacks, Valyria will also have the right to change, lock up, or execute any current noblemen if it considers them threats. The same for trade routes, markets, and/or places of tourist activity.

You remain duly notified.

Jon Targaryen

King of the glorious kingdom of Valyria."

"Sounds better," he whispered.

The boy looked at his sister who was looking at the floor.

"And what can I do for you?" he asked.

The girl looked at him.

"Don't kill Quentyn," she said.

"Sansa...I'm not going to kill him," he said.

"He didn't attack Robb," she said.

"Sansa...I'm not going to kill him," he repeated.

"I know he's an enemy now... But you can't kill him," she replied.

Jon sighed.

"Sansa...Little sister, I'm not going to kill him, I know you love him, I'm not going to harm him, but he's a prisoner now," he said.

She nodded.

"A well-treated one," she told him.

"Perhaps I have treated him well," he said.

She nodded.

"That won't change," he said.

Jon got up and gave her a hug.

"I promise you, nothing will happen to him...Ok," he whispered.

She nodded. A couple of tears came out of her eyes.

"Why don't you go visit him?" he told her.

She nodded.

"I'll bring him something to eat," she whispered.

Jon watched her walk out.

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Robb was camping halfway, on the outskirts of the river land, they were heading to the western lands, his battle against the Lannisters in his territories would begin soon. His wife and son were in the protection of the lords of the Riverlands.

The boy was getting ready to sleep when someone entered.

Robb turned to see Yara arriving.

"Yara?" he asked.

The girl came dressed in a nightgown that left nothing to the imagination.

"Your majesty," she greeted.

"What are you doing here dressed like that?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't have anything else," the girl said and took off her nightgown immediately.

Robb turned his face away from her.

He heard Yara laugh.

The king of the north cursed at how the girl acted.

He suddenly felt her fall, and she did so on the bed.

"I'm still your king, you know," the annoyed man clarified.

He felt Yara's hands unbutton his pants.

"Oh, I know...These are my duties as your wife of salt" she clarified.

Without saying more she pulled down his pants and put her head between the king's legs.

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Doran Martell cursed a thousand times after receiving the letter.

Oberyn looked at him.

"Bad news?" he asked.

Doran gave him the letter.

It took Oberyn a few minutes to read it.

"Great, war huh," he muttered.

"You were right, Oberyn," he whispered.

The prince looked at his older brother.

"Nothing to regret now. What's done is done...War is my lifestyle, I'm going to start sending the girls " he said.

Doran nodded.

"Arianne is in Starfield," Doran said.

[T/N: HUH?! Anybody got any idea what this is for?]

"The standard bearers?" he asked.

"Most responded immediately," he said.

"Afraid?" Oberyn asked.

Doran shrugged.

"If they are, they hide it, good," he said.

Oberyn nodded.

"Can we win?" Doran asked.

He was not military.

He was a politician.

He didn't know about strategies, or weapons.

Oberyn sighed.

"If half of the rumors are true...No, we have no chance," he said.

Doran sighed.

"I was afraid of that," he said.

"Even so, Valyria has an attacking style, fast and accurate... They have fought until now with cities, with great defensive capacity," said Oberyn.

Doran raised an eyebrow.

"From what I suggest, the strategy that was used against Aegon," he said.

"Attack, flee, attack back," Doran said.

Oberyn sighed.

"They attack, but they are not from Dorne, we know the desert, they don't, we know the caves, they don't...Resources are difficult to get, they will bring their own," he said.

"Then the strategy is simple, eliminate their resources, terrify their men," he said.

Oberyn nodded.

"The best case scenario, we make a non-aggression pact, if we manage to make them lose many of their soldiers, we can fix things with Robb Stark at least partially, his enemies are the Lannisters, he needs more men, and he has two brothers and two unmarried sisters," said Oberyn.

"Brandon got married from what I know," Doran said.

His brother smiled.

"Ok, one brother and two sisters," he said.

Doran nod.

"Perhaps it can work, I will have to retire of course, Robb Stark would not accept that my sons marry one of his sisters, while I am the lord of the south... Well that is fine, Quentyne is already at the age to take charge of Dorne, and If not, there is always you," he said.

"I? No way, politics is your thing, brother. The battle is mine"

[T/N: They plan to use guerrilla tactics against someone who can probably summon actual gorillas. Seems smart enough.]

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"His majesty," said the dwarf, kneeling before Daenerys.

"Lord Lannister...What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I come to offer my services to the queen of Valyria," he said.

Daenerys raised an eyebrow.

"The son of Tywin Lannister, who orchestrated the massacre of my family, plans to serve me?" she asked.

The dwarf nodded.

"I come to serve you, and I plan to give you the seven kingdoms. My queen," Tyrion finished.

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"How was he?" Varys asked.

He had arrived a few days ago, a few weeks after Tyrion, he tried to communicate with his allies, but he didn't really have any spies in Valyria, so he opted to travel with known merchants.

Tyrion looked at him.

"So bad? Well, you're alive, dear friend," the spider told him.

"Queen Daenerys... she has no interest in the seven kingdoms," he informed him.

Varys blinked.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"As I told you, she completely rejected my idea of ​​being the queen of Westeros," he said.

Varys looked at him in disbelief.

"That's bad...Very bad," Varys whispered.

Tyrion poured himself a glass of wine.

"So we came to hell," he said.

Varys shook his head.

"It can't be, why?" he asked.

"Apparently her husband persuaded her that Valyria is more important, and honestly, I think the same, have you seen the renovations, what they call a toilet, it's incredible," he said.

"I saw it, I have no intention of marveling at where I put my butt," he replied.

"Not to mention the hot springs, directly heated by the volcanoes, cheap too, the commoners love them," he said.

Varys rolled his eyes.

"And the private bathrooms, hot water heated by the volcanoes, 24 hours a day, without needing to heat a kettle, without needing them to come to help you, oh, how I enjoy them" mused the Dwarf.

Varys sighed.

"And the wine, ha, this is wine...To think that I lived in misery in the seven kingdoms," he said to him.

"Are you done?" Varys asked.

"And the whores...What whores, straight from Myrs and Thysho...I should have seen Bronn brought with" the dwarf muttered.

Varys coughed.

"Oh I'm sorry, apparently her husband has plans for her, and well she has other plans for him, he considers that the rebirth of Valyria is more important currently," he said.

"And her husband?" Varys asked.

"Helping Robb Stark with his war," said the dwarf.

"Did the king go to Westeros with his men? Interesting," Varys whispered.

"You mean Daenerys is alone... Forget it, I have never seen a woman so loyal to her husband," he said.

"If she cannot be persuaded, perhaps her husband... Alliances are easily broken, my friend," said the spider.

"Normally I would agree with you, do you know who her husband is?" he asked with an amused smile.

Varys looked at him curiously.

"Jon Targaryen, as I heard," the spy said.

Tyrion nodded.

"He adopted the name of his wife, to give him more power in Valyria I imagine, although his previous name is Jon Snow," the dwarf clarified.

"Snow? A northerner?" Varys asked with a frown.

"Yes, very northern... Like Ned Stark's bastard and Robb Stark's brother?" Tryon finished.

Varys seemed petrified at that.

"As you say...Fuck everything"

[T/N: This...wasn't easy, sorry my patreons for the late posts. The last few days have not been easy. Also, these chapters are so strange, one chapter I hate, and the next has me disappointed it ended. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi. It's well over 20+ chapters ahead!]

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