Uther Pendragon is the king and his son will succeed him - not everyone wants to. Ulfric Stormcloak wants the crown for himself, while Cersei Lannister wants it for her son. Sansa Stark is married to Tyrion and a hostage in Windhelm. Eventually, Arthur/Sansa will be a thing, but it's too early. R&R please!*FIRST PUBLISHED STORY***

(slow Merthur, strong T) Five hundred years has passed since the Others disappeared into obscurity once again. Rulers came and went, houses rose and fell into the dirt, war raged before being cooled by time. The world kept moving as it always did, with circumstances pushing people who would normally never met together. At least, most meetings were circumstances.

"You could be a knight," she said, helping him up. "You always told me that you could be anything if you wanted it enough." But Gwaine just grimaced and gently play-punched Arya's chin. "I said that you could be anything, I never said anything about me. Once a bastard, always a bastard." Short Drabble.