The finals are coming up for my school and I have some stories as backups to post but I might not do it as often until after this is over at the end of May. If you have any requests, I will still take them but it might be a little longer to write and post them. After testing, I will have a lot more time to do imagines so I look forward to that! Thanks!
Also, thanks for 200 votes already! Y'all are amazing!!
Now that that is out of the way, I have a short story about Game of Thrones that needs a little backstory of why I wrote it. SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 1-3!!!
Today in class, our teacher told us to write a narrative that changes the ending of the storyline or a different point of view of Rapunzel. She then made the mistake by saying that we could use something other than that story by giving us the example of Game of Thrones.
I originally wanted to change the ending of the Red Wedding because Robb was my love and my King and deserved better but she said don't make it violent, so I decided to do Joffrey's point of view at Ned's beheading, so here we are! I hope you enjoy but this was rough to write and to make Ned the antagonist a bit.
The crowd erupted with shouts and curses as the grey, armored guards brought out the prisoner and traitor, Ned Stark. He swayed and stumbled from his injury through the crowds of all my people. The people I have to care for after my father died.
He finally made his way to the platform where I stand with Sansa and my mother. The crowd relentlessly hollers for his head and the sun is too blazing hot. I blink, my mind going in circles from what my mother wishes of me, Sansa's begging, Littlefinger and Varys' speeches about the realm, and now the crowd's screams at the traitor next to me.
The guards stand him up and make sure he wouldn't fall over before backing out of his way but not too far that they couldn't protect their king if this went terribly wrong. He stood tall but refused to look anywhere that wasn't the pale stone under us. "I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King." His head moves slowly in my direction, but his eyes focus on his daughter. "I come before you to confess my treason in the sights of gods and men. I plotted to murder my best friend, King Robert's son. Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne."
These words sent the crowd into a worse state of hatred, if that was even possible. One woman launched a rock through the air for it to hit Lord Stark's head, sending him backward and the Hound had to help him stay up straight again.
Grand Maester Pycelle steps before Lord Stark and speaks to the crowd, leading up to my final verdict, making my heart race. "The gods are just, but they can also be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?" Everyone turns to me when I realize that I need to say something now.
I take a deep breath in, "My mother and Lady Sansa wish for me to strip him of his titles and send him to serve the Seven Kingdoms as a part of the Night's Watch." Everyone in the crowds starts to shout. Not at Lord Stark, though. They have turned their shouts towards me this time. The people wanted Lord Stark's head, that was clear, but who would they kill before him to get it. Sansa? My mother? Me? If I do this, I can't seem weak. I have to be their King, strong and distant, like my father. "But they have the soft hearts of women. So long as I am your king, treason should not go unpunished." No noise travels and I can see them on hanging on the edge of my next words. I turn my attention to the knight wearing all black clothing, holding Lord Stark's family sword, Ice. "Ser Ilyn, bring me his head."
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Game Of Thrones Imagines (COMPLETED)Fanfiction
Book of Game Of Thrones imagines for fans like me. I am willing to write for any of the guys so just ask. I own no one or any story line, the genius George R.R. Martin made these amazing characters. Completed 6/18/19