Gamers in Game of Thrones

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Sansa looked calmly at Shireen, Bran's new wife, who no longer had scars.

"Perfect," she said with a smile.

Shireen looked in the mirror at her face.

"This is incredible," she murmured.

"Okay, now let's get to the important part," Sansa said, turning around, and picking up the child who was playing with some dolls.

She picked him up and started kissing.

The boy laughed at that.

Danny looked at Sansa with amusement.

"Oh my Jae, how cute you are, Aunt Sansa will spoil you for the rest of her life," she told him.

[T/N: ...I can't remember, is Jae the kid?]

The boy laughed.

"Dad?" he asked.

"Dad...is...in the desert," she said.

"Dad," he muttered, mulling over the new word.

"How cute," she murmured and hugged him again.

Arianne in a corner looked at the curious saint, while she kissed the child.

'Will he be my first nephew?' she thought.

Danny looked curiously at the Martells, the boy Quentyn, seemed like someone normal, normal and very in love, Daenerys introduced herself and he greeted her, but the boy was paying attention to Sansa, more than anything.

To Daenerys, they seemed like a good match.

Arianne on the other hand, bowed and saluted with too much respect.

Daenerys considered her to be fake, but she didn't say anything, she was already used to that.

She could see why Jon left them here.

As much as he loved Sansa, she could defend herself.

They were surrounded by soldiers.

And on top of that, the krakens in the water would destroy any ship that was unauthorized.

Daenerys was only able to pass after being recognized as a system user, which the creatures presumed was a relative of their Summoner.

Or because they feared their dragons.

Danny opted for the first option.

Krakens in water can be even worse than Dragons.

Of course outside of them, they are just overdeveloped octopuses.

Not that she would tell them that.

"Maybe it's better that I go to Dorne?" she muttered.

"No, Jae stays here," Sansa said, hugging the child.

[T/N: Ah, never mind. Sansa answered me.]

Danny looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I could leave him," she proposed.

"No...Mom...I want Mom" said the child on the verge of tears.

"Yes, my love, I'm not leaving" Danny clarified.

The queen sighed when she saw her son.

"You can see Jon when he returns, or I'll call him, he can be here in a second if he wants," Sansa said.

Arianne raised an eyebrow at that.

Danny nodded.

Jon could change places with one of his summons.

A useful magic that came with being a summoner.

But not yet.

He was to lead the army.

It would be simpler if she went to him.

On the other hand, her husband will breathe fire when he finds out that his son came with her.

'If we could just protect him' the Targaryen thought annoyed.

She understood Jon's attitude.

But honestly, she really wanted to see him.

'It's been almost a year,' she thought.

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Robb Stark looked at the reports.

A couple of attacks, nothing big.

Jaime was getting desperate.

They were minutes from the rock, but they still did not attack.

They concentrated on cutting off their supplies, taking the port.

Yara took loot with the Ironborn.

Not people.

Of course, Robb had forbidden it.

The boy looked at the castle on the rock in the distance.

"Soon kingslayer, soon," he muttered.

"Your majesty, we have visitors," Dacey said.

Robb nodded and a familiar person entered.

"Tyrion Lannister," he said.

"King Robb, you have changed a lot since my last visit to Winterfell," he said.

"You too, Lord Tyrion, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I am currently a collaborator of the kingdom of Valyria, more precisely Queen Daenerys Targaryen," he said.

"I thought Valyria followed the king, not Queen Daenerys, are you what? Hand of the queen?" Robb asked confused.

Tyron denied.

"The king has his hand, Samuel, I simply collaborate with his wife, and I am a master of the coin, Daenerys asked me to come help you with the war against my family," he said.

"Help me? Your brother is locked in the rock, with supplies for the end of the month at most, blocking all his possibilities, his options are simple, die in battle, starve, or surrender " the king said.

Tyrion nodded.

"As you say, by the way, a very good strategy, you did something similar in Riverrun if I remember correctly, anyway, my purpose here is to negotiate with Jaime, and achieve his surrender so that there is no more unnecessary bloodshed," said the dwarf.

Robb raised an eyebrow.

"You must understand that I will not let Jaime Lannister flee, Lord Tyrion," said Robb.

"I fear that this is his destiny, the only thing I hope is that he and my family are treated well when they do," he said.

"The north is fair, if they surrender, they will be treated as prisoners of war," he said.

"Of course, I don't doubt you, unfortunately, it won't be the same with Jaime, as you must remember, the last Lannister prisoners of war in your camp did not end well," Tyrion said.

Robb looked at him annoyed.

"That was not my order, and I severely punished the culprit," he said.

Tyrion nodded.

"I heard it and I don't deny that that is the case, but those children died, whether the guilty party was punished or not," Tyron reminded him.

"My father did too, Lord Tyrion, if you remember correctly," he said.

"I did not plan to disrespect your father, his execution was unjust and dishonorable, I have never denied it, King Robb, but now I only want to negotiate the survival of my family, if I may," Tyron said.

Robb looked at him for a few seconds.

"I will allow you a private meeting, but I will not accept any demands, I will be merciful to those who leave their weapons, and I will terminate those who have one in hand, your brother will be my prisoner, there is no other deal," Robb said.

Tyrion nodded.

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"How are you?" Gendry repeated the words of the queen of Storm's End.

"Better, better," she murmured.

She looked him up and down, she walked around a couple of times.

Gendry was dressed in white pants, a light blue shirt, well combed, and washed.

Arya watched everything from afar with an amused smile.

She and the queen were training the ancient blacksmith.

He had impressed many on the battlefield with his warhammer and his spirit.

Many considered him Robert reborn.

That made his popularity rise.

And how Bran married Shireen.

The position of lord of the Baratheon is free, and Gendry was ripe to take it.

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Sansa had dinner with Quentyn.

She was talking to him about Dorne.

They had dined many times.

But the girl was distracted.

"Are you okay, Princess Sansa?" the prince asked.

At this, she smiled.

"Yes, thank you very much prince," she said.

The war was worrying her.

Jon was used to quick conquests.

He had the power to summon large creatures, to quickly destroy city entrances with siege engines and a strong frontal attack.

But the war in Dorne was running late.

She understood the strategy.

But the fact that he hasn't used dragons, or similar creatures, according to the information she got from Arianne.

It was clear that Jon was doing his best to do the least damage to the forces of Dorne.

That was good on the one hand.

The nobles won't be too against him when it's all over.

On the other hand, it was a risk.

Sansa was preparing to get up.

Her distraction caused her to stumble.

Quentyn moved quickly and caught her, holding her waist.

The girl raised her face.

The boy lowered his.

Their lips met.

They didn't notice, that a few meters away from them on a balcony, Arianne sat watching everything with a sly smile on her face.

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Gray Worm had left enough men in Tor, now he was heading with his great army towards it.

He had asked for more men, and these he would find there.

He had lost too many men at Tor, the city was well-defended, the elephants given by his king had died.

He had to do things more cleverly.

But the king declared the minimum possible number of victims.

That made them lose many of his men.

"We can't continue like this," he murmured.

[T/N: Oh Jon, you care for your own before another. Let everyone else die before one of your own needs to be sacrificed.]

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Jon looked carefully at the army in front of him, in front of the army Oberyn was waiting for him.

"They're not attacking," one of his soldiers told him.

"They must see the traps set in the sand," Jon murmured.

"We wait," the soldier asked.

Jon smiled.

"We wait," he muttered.

He quickly summoned three elephants and made them trot at the enemies, they did not move and the elephants were halfway across before being swallowed by sediments in the sand.

Jon smiled and undid his summons, recovering some of the strength he spent, and preventing his summons from suffering.

"Wells, possibly around the city, not bad Prince Oberyn, but dregs won't stop my army," he murmured.

"Griffon, Griffon, Griffon," the boy whispered.

The three magical animals appeared.

"Attack," Jon ordered.

"Yes, master," he heard and they began to fly towards the enemy.

Jon looked at the soldiers around him.

"Avoid the pits, we will create bridges," he ordered and took out his sword.

The army followed him, the soldiers of the salt coast seemed to be trying to hold the griffins with their spears with great difficulty, while they heard Jon's army approach, the dregs lost some men, but did not prevent the majority from arriving, Oberyn began to counterattack, but the griffin grabbed him with his paw and threw him back, Jon arrived with his army.

Oberyn cursed.

Obara and Nymeria jumped to help him. The army was approaching them, but when Oberyn prepared himself they turned, attacking his men and ignoring him.

Oberyn frowned and looked ahead, Jon was waiting for him with his sword in hand.

"Alone," the prince of Dorne whispered.

His daughters got into position.

Jon arrived a few meters away.

"Prince Oberyn, a daughter...another daughter...Without horses, how do you plan to escape this time?" Jon asked.

Nymeria lunged with her whip in hand and threw it, catching Jon's hand. But he smiled.

"Lightning aura," he murmured.

Nymeria screamed in pain and fell to the ground, Jon undid the whip from his wrist.

"Nymeria," Oberyn murmured, checking her out.

She was motionless but unconscious, like some kind of paralysis.

"Obara take care of your sister," Oberyn whispered.

The woman stayed behind with her.

The prince brandished his spear.

"Total aura," Jon murmured.

Oberyn quickly launched a thrust, but Jon easily evaded it, and counterattacked with a swift slash, Oberyn parrying it with his spear.

They both looked at each other and studied each other.

"No magic?" Oberyn asked.

"Is it necessary?" he asked.

Oberyn smiled and attacked.

"And how do we do this? Shall we fight to the death? " Oberyn asked.

"You can give up," Jon clarified.

His attacks became faster and faster, the prince of Dorne had trouble dealing with them.

"Be careful Your Majesty, snakes are poisonous," Oberyn clarified, launching a thrust.

Jon evaded him, hit him with his sword, the spear embedded itself in the ground, and kicked Oberyn.

"Poison is not a problem as long as it doesn't touch me," Jon told him.

Then he jumped to the side and dodged a spear, Obara had come to support her father.

"I told you to stay with your sister," Oberyn said, coming to her side.

"It's okay, and they're kicking your ass," she told him, annoyed.

Oberyn rolled his eyes at her and readied his spear.

"We do it together," he ordered.

The girl got ready.

"Well, maybe a little magic... Aura of fire," Jon mused.

Obara and Oberyn launched themselves, Jon evaded them and hit Obara's spear with his sword. She felt a burning sensation in her hands but ignored it.

"Not bad," Jon said.

The girl moved her spear with force, unlike Oberyn who uses speed, the girl used brute force.

They both attacked Jon with their spear, but the boy used his sword, evading the thrusts. And he launched a strong sword blow against Oberyn, when he collided with the spear an explosion was felt and the prince was knocked back, Jon felt how his eyes shone and he reached the white room.

He turned to the monitor. He had reached level 33 with 14 skill points, but he couldn't get anything with it, so he left the room.

The boy watched Obara and Oberyn approach and summoned a direwolf, the woman paled at the sight.

"Don't hurt her too much, I need her alive," he said.

"Yes, master," he heard and the wolf jumped towards the woman who was defending herself with the spear.

"Obara!" Oberyn exclaimed.

But he was sent flying by Jon's kick to the ground.

"Relax, he won't kill her, he'll just play with her," Jon said, preparing his sword.

"Wasn't it that you didn't need magic?" the prince reproached him.

Jon shrugged.

"It's two against one, it's unfair," he defended himself.

Oberyn attacked, Jon stopped the attack and counterattacked, kicking him in the stomach.

"Tired?" He asked.

Oberyn raised his middle finger and then felt a whip catch and draw him, Oberyn stepped back to a raised Nymeria.

"Nymeria?" Oberyn muttered.

"Run away," she told him and stood in the middle, whipping the ground hard.

"What are you saying?" he asked.

She responded by pointing to the side, Oberyn turned and saw siege engines in attack position.

"Shit," he muttered.

"When they use them the doors will be destroyed, there are not enough men to defend the city, you must return to Sunspear," she told him.

"You think I'll leave my daughters here," Oberyn muttered annoyed.

"Yes you will," Obara answered, coming to her side, the direwolf was with Jon.

"Father, you are the best defense, if the spear of the sun falls, all of Dorne will fall with it, Go away," Obara told him.

Oberyn cursed.

"I'll come back for you, I promise," he whispered and ran towards the entrance.

Jon frowned and prepared to summon another creature to be attacked by a whip.

"Sacrifice...Brave" Jon admitted.

Nymeria continued throwing whips at him, Jon evaded them and countered them, a moment of distraction from Nymeria allowed Jon to take her whip, bring it towards him, and knock her out with the handle of his sword.

He turned to see Obara, who was fighting as best she could with the direwolf.

An explosion was heard and Jon saw how the doors fell, he turned to Obara and she towards him.

"Give up, he's running away," he told her.

Obara smiled and threw the spear away from her.

Jon sighed, Oberyn was escaping again.

His men arrived and took the girls prisoner, while they were taken Obara looked the king in the eyes.

"Good job," Jon admitted.

She bowed her head as they took her away.

"Mocked by two bastards, well I guess a bastard mocked by two bastards is not a bad thing," he muttered with a smile.

'A shame that Dorne did not surrender, having such talented warriors would be excellent' thought the resigned man.

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