Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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With my army finally on the north it was time to start moving south, it was time to destabilize the Lannister's, my Ravens would take care of that, hundred of them would spread far and wide dropping the information I wanted about my enemies, creating a social chaos.

In the meantime, I would move my entire focus on two tasks, one defeating Stannis, two destroying the Tyrells, without Stannis things would go a bit easier for me and I would get access to an nearly endless supply of Dragonglass and without the Tyrells, the kingdom would have no food, no food means no passive little people, no passive little people mean riots, and with the riots comes my attack.

"It will take us a month to get to the Frey's Bridge," Ned informed, which brought me back to something I had yet to decide, what to do with the old man Frey, I knew for a fact he would not let me pass for free, he was too greedy to allow that, he might fear me, but his greed completely overrides any other emotion, and while his death was a guaranteed fact, the when was the question.

Depending of how greedy he tried to be, it would depend or whether I focus on destroying his house first or leave him for last, in the great scheme of things he inconsequential, he has no army to pose a threat, nor the wits to outwit me, he was a bug waiting to be squished on.

"Well, one month before this war starts," I nodded as I looked ahead of the road deep in thought, things were finally coming into place, the end of this wretched game was coming, and I would ensure it was destroyed for good, for my family, for my people, I would win.

But none of that mattered if I didn't win the final war, the fight against the others, only then… the world would be safe.

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[Young Griff POV]

Cold…fear….despair, there was nothing but that beyond the wall, and I had doomed my army to this destiny, that was all I could think of as laid on the floor, seeing the monster that had decimated my army alone.

Our weapons were useless, our numbers were useless, nothing we did made a difference, in the end we were a page on a book no one will ever read.

"Life is so fragile, so pathetic," The monster muttered his blue eyes glowing with nothing but a cold feeling of death.

"What are you?" I inquired, focusing really hard don not passing out, blood loss already affecting me.

"I am the end..." As his response sent a shiver down my spine, I started to see my men, the men that had come with me, the men I had killed on this trip by bringing them here rise from the ground, their bodies coming back to life, that monster pretended to desecrate them even after death.

"Someone will stop you, I know it…." I chuckled as I felt my life starting to slowly fade away, "I'm not the prince that was promised, that much is for sure now… but the real one will end this darkness,"

"Light… so pathetic, light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it," The monster said with a cold chilling tone as he approached me, "Before light, before life, before creation, before everything, there was nothing but darkness, and I will bring back the world to its original state, now begone fake dragon,"

With that the monster stabbed my heart, and as the pain spread through my body I felt a cold chilling sensation taking over, and I knew he was going to do the same he did with my men, "Fuck you," I muttered with my last breath of freedom, with my last breath as a living man.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

Ronard and Stannis, the last two contenders for the throne, Ronard represented a bigger threat in a military point of view, but on the other hand Stannis had the bigger claim, if I killed one, the other would rise from the ashes stronger.

"Why aren't we destroying them?" Cersei inquired angrily, sitting besides Tyrion much to her dismay.

"The opportunity of defeating our enemies will be provided by the enemy itself," I said calmly, "We are lions, we hunt… and to hunt means we wait for the right moment to strike, not a moment after… not a moment before,"

"So we do nothing?!" Cersei growled, "They are trying to take our throne and we do nothing?!"

"Behave, or I will remind you why you fear me child," I said with a cold glare that shut the idiot of a daughter I have, "All warfare is based on deception. Hence why when able to attack, we must seem unable, when moving our forces, we must seem defeated, when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away, and when far away, we must make them believe we are near, and when they expect us to attack like now! We must bid our time and strike when they least expect it! So shut your mouth and let me do what k do best,"

"The question is who should we eliminate first?" Tyrion inquired, "Ronard or Stannis, they both represent a threat, but one has dragons,"

"When the opportunity to attack arises, I will let you know," I informed Tyrion, for now we had to plan every aspect of this war, from how to kill their soldiers to how to kill a dragon, only then we would move.

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[Peter Baelish POV]

Ronard Mormont, a brat that had outgrown everyone's expectations, he went from a small lord to the biggest threat to the Iron Throne, and I all honesty I would ally myself with him… if it wasn't for the fact that Ned Stark on his side, I would die very fast, I betrayed him… but who would have known all this would happen.

Too bad, killing Ronard and marrying his Queen and finally becoming King would be considerably easier than dealing with the Lannister, god knows cersei would eat me alive.

So unfortunately for Ronard… I couldn't use him, and he would have to die because of it, with the Frey's on my side I would eliminate that thorn on my plans and kill him.

My plan was simple, the Frey's would invite Ronard and his small council to dinner, and because the guest rulers forbade them from bringing weapons inside another's house, they would be defenseless. Then the Frey's would strike killing them, happy ending for all.

"I can't wait for that old wolf and stupid bear to die," I chuckled, "Too bad the Frey's will have to kill Oberyn too, the Martells will not be happy,"

*Hrmmmm…. An idiot he is, stop him we will. Yes, hrrrm.* Unbeknownst to Peter Baelish, an incredibly wise Raven was spying on him, and knew all about his plans.

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[Walder Frey POV]

Peter Baelish had offered me something I couldn't resist, money, power and lands. And I would follow our plan unless the young bear offered me something better, I had grandkids, and he had a son and a daughter, if he agreed to marry my grandkids to his children I would help him, after all, a Frey would rule if that happened.

But if he didn't, if he didn't accept my proposal, he would die and his crusade would come to an end, I hope for his sake he accepts. But either way I would get what I want, I always do, and always will.

"Prepare a feast…. the young bear is coming and we must be ready," I smiled, ordering my men to be ready, ready to join him or kill him.