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Game of Thrones: I am the Orthodox One!

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History and the Scriptures both record the legend of Sir Kal-El, the Duke of Bloodwind, the Father of Dragons, the Bloodbathed, and the Holy Emperor—a hero born of both noble and common blood. He was the one who lit the bonfire during the Long Night and ushered in the Eternal Summer. Founder of the Aiur Dynasty, god of resurrection, and restorer of the Kingdom of Heaven—his story began humbly, as the captain of a band of mercenaries. With his Blackrock Mercenaries, he stepped into a ruthless game of thrones that was never meant for him. At the Cross Inn, he slew two Kingsguard knights with his sword and was gloriously knighted for his valor. In Winterfell, he uncovered the dark secrets and twisted schemes of the Lion twins, saving the second son of House Stark who was fated to fall from the tower. The King’s fury soon ignited, and war broke out between the crown and the Lannisters of the West. On battlefields shrouded in smoke and blood, Tywin Lannister never learned the meaning of surrender. Hidden conspiracies and the cruel calculations of human ambition unfolded in the shadows, until the tides of fate turned and the scales of power were balanced into a fragile “fairness.” The Baratheon throne stood on the brink of collapse... ——— High in the mountains, Robert’s illegitimate daughter was raised as his eldest son. Into this child’s body entered a soul from another world. With the aid of a mysterious game-like system known as “Farmer’s Quest,” Carl Stone began his journey through this world of ice and fire.
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The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
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