NSFW in this chapter. Probably won't be good but thought it is necessary as this the Game of thrones world .
Chapter 59 – Alliances
Dance of Steel
The clang of steel echoed through Frosthall's training yard as snow flurries danced in the morning air. Robb Stark parried a quick slash from Jon, their blades ringing together in clean rhythm. A few paces away, Cregan Stark moved like a shadow — swift, deliberate, every step precise.
Unlike the others, he trained with a heavier sword — forged from blacksteel and shaped to his own strange northern style, somewhere between brutal force and flowing grace.
"You still move like a bear, Robb," Jon called, grinning.
"And you still fight like you have something to prove," Robb retorted, swinging again.
"Maybe I do."
From the edge of the yard, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene watched with quiet intensity, cloaks pulled around their shoulders. They had heard of the Bloody Wolf's strength. They had seen his wolves and heard his name whispered in both fear and awe.
But stories were one thing.
They came forward, shedding their cloaks.
"We want to see if you live up to your legend," Obara said, voice steady, spear in hand.
Cregan raised an eyebrow. "All three of you?"
Nymeria stepped beside her sister, her twin blades glinting like ice. "We'll go easy."
Tyene smiled, almost sweetly. "We'd hate to break your ribs before supper."
Jon looked between them and Cregan. "You sure about this?"
Cregan gave a half-smile and rolled his shoulders. "Why not? It's been a while since I danced."
Robb stepped back, laughing. "Gods help you."
The yard cleared as soldiers and guards gathered around the ring, eager to watch. Even Kael padded forward to sit beside Boulder, watching silently.
The Dance of Steel
They moved fast.
Obara came first — a whirlwind of spear thrusts, her strikes sharp and relentless. Cregan blocked each one with smooth efficiency, turning her weapon aside without losing ground.
Nymeria attacked next, slipping behind her sister to slash low with her curved blades. Cregan spun, parried, deflected. His boots slid across the snowy ground with a grace that didn't match his northern bulk.
Then Tyene darted in — soft-footed and swift, her daggers aiming for gaps in his guard. Cregan twisted, backstepped, using his broad sword to force distance.
Three-on-one, and still he did not falter.
For minutes, they moved like a storm around him. Spears struck, blades flashed, but he kept up — not with sheer power alone, but with speed, instinct, and brutal timing.
He didn't aim to wound. He didn't need to.
Instead, he broke their rhythm.
A feint to Obara, and she stumbled just long enough for a sweeping strike that sent her spear flying into the snow. She yielded, breathing hard but laughing. "Fine! That's one."
Nymeria tried to press the attack, but he trapped her twin blades with a twist of his wrist and flicked one from her hand. She danced back, but Cregan lunged with surprising speed, halting his sword at her throat.
"Yield?" he asked.
Nymeria raised her hand and stepped back, breath fogging in the cold air.
"Two."
Only Tyene remained, circling like a shadow. Her strikes were less forceful, more deceptive — a game of misdirection.
But Cregan had learned long ago to trust his instincts, not his eyes.
He ducked under her final lunge and caught her wrist with a twist that left her spinning into the snow. He didn't press the sword this time — just gave her a sharp nod.
"Three."
Tyene blinked up at him, stunned... and smiling.
The yard erupted in murmurs and impressed looks.
Robb crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. "Remind me never to bet against my brother."
Jon laughed. "I told you he was fast."
The Sand Snakes regrouped, panting and flushed from the cold and the clash.
Obara was the first to speak. "You're better than the stories said."
Nymeria added, "And the stories said quite a lot."
Tyene smirked. "Perhaps being his paramour won't be as dull as we feared."
Cregan sheathed his blade, his breath calm despite the exertion. "You're welcome to challenge me again... but next time, I might not be so gentle."
Obara laughed and clapped his shoulder. "We'll hold you to that."
From the edge of the yard, Kael gave a low approving growl.
And the Bloody Wolf smiled.
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King's Landing – Storms Beneath the Throne
The chamber of the Hand of the King was unusually quiet, filled only with the faint scratching of quills and the ticking of a rusted bronze clock above the hearth. Jon Arryn stood at the long table, leafing through scrolls, while King Robert Baratheon sat slouched in his chair, nursing his third cup of strongwine.
Jon finally broke the silence. "The Starks are drifting, Your Grace. The North barely answers royal ravens, trade with the Crownlands is withering… and now Dorne begins to warm to them. Oberyn Martell has pledged daughters to Cregan Stark. The South and the North draw closer — and the Crown stands between them, bleeding coin and favor."
Robert grunted. "Aye. Bloody well know it."
He slammed the cup down. "All because of that gods-damned trial. Joffrey and Cersei made me drag that boy — the son of my oldest friend — into court like a criminal. Now Ned's pissed, and Cregan won't even answer my damn letters. That pup's proud — like his uncle."
Jon folded his hands behind his back. "Proud, yes. But effective."
He pulled a parchment from a drawer and unfurled it slowly across the table.
"See this?" he said. "That was one month of Cregan Stark overseeing the city's revenues before his resignation."
Robert leaned forward, brow furrowed. The numbers were shocking even to a king with little interest in finance.
"Gods…" Robert whispered. "This much?"
"Pleasure house taxes. Guild consolidations. Ship levies restructured. Black market tariffs actually collected. And the man hadn't even started on noble tax reform. If he'd remained in King's Landing,"
Jon said, "we might have paid off the Iron Bank in five to six years. Perhaps less."
Robert exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tangled hair. "We chased off the one Stark who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty in the capital… and let the lions ruin it."
Jon nodded solemnly. "And now the City Watch is fractured. Half of them respect Cregan more than their own captains. The gold cloaks are soft again. We need discipline. We need a man who commands loyalty, not bribes."
There was a heavy pause.
Jon hesitated… then added, "The realm needs reconciliation, Your Grace. A marriage. A bond that cannot be shaken by gold or pride. If we offer one of your blood to House Stark — perhaps a match between Prince Joffrey and Lord Eddard's eldest daughter — it might repair the damage done."
Robert blinked.
Then, surprisingly, he grinned.
"Aye. That's not a bad idea, old friend. In fact… it's a damn good one."
He stood suddenly, energized by the thought.
"Let the Lannisters whine if they want. I'm their king, not their bloody servant. If Joffrey can't make himself a worthy match, I'll make him one. Sansa's a good girl. Courteous. Pretty. She'll calm the boy down. And Ned… well, he'll see the gesture for what it is."
Jon gave a measured nod. "We must move carefully. Let me draft the proposal."
Robert waved his hand. "Do it. And send a raven to Winterfell. I've had enough of cold shoulders and cracked friendships. The realm needs Stark steel again."
Jon looked up. "And the Lannisters?"
Robert's grin turned dangerous. "They'll bend. Or I'll make them."
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In the frosthall
Cregan was in his bedroom after his evening supper was going for sleep .
Then suddenly he heard the voice of door opening and he see three woman walking in .He smirked.
Cregan smirked "what are you doing here at night, Perhaps to fulfill the duties of paramours."
All three smirked .
Obara "Last test for you"
Nymeria "You demanded three snakes"
Tyene "Let's see if you can satisfy them"
Obara suddenly came and push him to the bed and start kissing him .
Tyene removing his pants .
Nymeria tearing Obara clothes and then Tyene.
Cregan pull now naked Obara to himself and start kissing her breast.
Tyene removing Nymeria dress and playing with her.
Cregan kissing and teasing the moaning Obara pushed his fingers in the pussy which increases the moaning even more .Cregan signaled other to come near him and start playing with them .
After the foreplay with each other . Cregan take Tyene who was on her knees licking Obara pussy and pushed his member inside her and she moaned like a bitch in heat but still licking Obara pussy in between.
Nymeria watching is getting hot and kisses Cregan while fingering herself.
Cregan taking their pussies too many times to count.
Cregan is fucking them so hard that Thier voice is hoarse by moaning so much .
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