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Pawns : Rise Against the Strings

What if the thoughts in your head aren't actually yours? Picture this: someone's losing their mind trying to save the person they love most. There's a voice on the phone—cold, synthetic, playing games. Riddles with impossible answers. A countdown ticking toward something unthinkable. They're racing through traffic, heart pounding, memories surfacing like shrapnel. Every decision feels urgent. Every emotion feels real. But here's the thing that'll keep you up at night: None of it was supposed to work. The riddles? Designed to have no right answer. The call? Never meant to save anyone. The choices? An illusion wrapped in desperation. And that voice on the other end—the one pulling strings with such cruel precision? They have no idea someone's pulling theirs too. See, while our victim is breaking down, convinced their panic is their own, and while the tormentor is getting off on their power, drunk on control... There's someone else. Sitting in a dark office. Watching both of them on different screens. Smiling at how perfectly the pieces are moving. The victim can't see their strings. The tormentor can't feel the hand moving them. And that's the whole point. This is a story about control so deep it controls the controllers. About how every emotion you think is genuine—love, fear, guilt, even the sick thrill of having power over someone—might just be responses someone programmed into you before you even knew you existed. About the possibility that free will is just a story we tell ourselves while we follow invisible scripts. One person thinks they're fighting for survival. Another thinks they're the puppet master. But both are dancing. And neither of them chose the music. Because real control doesn't look like chains. It looks like freedom. It feels like choice. It sounds like your own voice in your head. Until you realize it was never yours at all.
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Fire and Frost

The words from the letter before him hit him hard, and he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, probably because it had. He could not believe what had been said in the letter, he could not believe the king would do such a thing, he knew the king was mad, but this? This was an act of pure lunacy, something only someone so depraved and insane could do. That he had done it not to just one person but to all of Brandon’s companions was something that shocked him. It showed just how far gone Aerys was, he was no longer the smiling and charming man of his youth, in his place gods Rickard did not know what he was. As if trying to shake of the fear and the horror or rather trying to confirm it he spoke. “Can you read the letter again Maester Walys?” The maester who had been in Winterfell for as long as Rickard could somewhat remember looked at him sorrowfully and spoke once more. “In the name of his most royal highness King Aerys Targaryen, second of his name King of the Seven Kingdoms, we do hereby announce the death of Brandon Stark heir to Winterfell and son of Lord Rickard Stark. Lord Brandon proved to be treasonous beyond measure and threatened not only the life of our son and heir Prince Rhaegar, but has also been plotting to remove us from our gods given throne. For these crimes, we sentenced Brandon Stark to death by fire. We do hereby request that Lord Rickard Stark come with his children to renew his fealty to the throne, and to show us that he is not a traitor unlike his son.” If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!
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