Never invite a Warlock to a Game. After all, his magic shall invalid the Rules. Even more so for a certain Warlock as his Miracle will shape the world after his own Rules. Follow our Lelouch while he spread his shenanigans on Planetos.

The Holy Britannian Empire: cold and harsh as Ice. The United States of America: hot and passionate as Fire. The year is 2009 AD and the world is holding its breath as tensions escalate between the two superpowers. When all is said and done, there can only be one victor. For when you play the game of thrones, you either win, or you die. There is no middle ground...

He was not the Prince That Was Promised, his song is not of Ice and Fire, but the Demon Emperor will be the best hope the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros will have against what lies beyond the Wall and deep within the Land of Always Winter. -Hiatus-

"Why?" "We don't get to choose who we love."

House Gottwald was founded thousands and thousands of years ago. Their House Sigil an Orange. Their House Words unknown. Though they are the ruling House of Western Dorne, they never styled themselves as Kings. No, they and their bannermen wait for the day to come when their rightful King comes. For their loyalty transcends lifetimes. One-Shot

"You are not ready to play this game." "To the contrary dear uncle; what you've all failed to see, however, is that I am the only player, and you, my pawns."

The burning in his body disappeared. And he felt a finger twitch. His chest felt somewhat lighter as Nunnally began to tremble. His body felt too heavy still but slowly, that feeling was dissipating. Something was wrong. Something hadn't gone right with his perfect plan. Lelouch vi Britannia was still alive. Please R&R. Fem! Lulu.

previews for stories i am working on

Simply a challenge to say, what would happen if Jeremiah Gottwald ended up in the GoT verse? Read and send a PM to say whether you accept or not.