Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Theon and I aren't like that. I know it doesn't look to be true given that I was in his bed when you came in and am still in his shirt, but it really isn't what you're thinking.“ “What am I thinking?“ She folded her hands over her chest and raised a brow in my direction. I stopped in my tracks and frowned down at her. “You pretty much said what you were thinking when you compared my relationship with him to that of you and your husband.“ Her face lit up with a grin. “Touché.“ “I need to get ready and head on home, okay? Thank you for well… everything.“ She nodded and pressed her lips together just before I turned and started to walk away. The expression on her face haunted me so I spun back

“What?” Katniss shifts her weight to now lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over her very bare chest, a smirk playing on her lips like she’s about to drop the juiciest bit of gossip. “Aren’t you dying to know why I’m here? Why I'm naked?” She sighs, faux-sympathetic. “Poor thing. Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, I had sex with Sven. The King you used Fae magic into forming a mate bond with.”

There’s only this heavy shift into bright colors and sharp shapes. In my dreams, I’m sitting by the balcony of the throne room back home, and someone is right beside me. At first, it’s Levi, wearing the same suit he wore the night he rejected me. Soon, it changes to Arthur, who looks the way he did when we made love and when he marked me. Then, it turns to Rhysand, who reaches out to me with a sly smile and his hand aiming for my neck. . . . "Arya."