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It was a dark snowy night. Snow was falling all over Westeros. Rachel. The queen of Westeros was in her chamber weeping. Tomorrow was the dia her life would turn into a nightmare. Her father Tywin Lannister thought it was time for his daughter to get married. Rachel was beautiful she had beautiful Hazel irises that made any man fall for her the segundo they laid eyes on her. She had long blonde locks which cascade around her shoulders to her waist. Of course anyone would be lucky to have her as their bride.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked in a small voice when she heard a knock on her door.
It...

Rachel stared out of the window in her bedchambers miserably. She was forced to give the Seven Kingdoms, her kingdoms, to Stannis in exchange for his help. And everyone was telling her to do it. Even Robb.
"You're quiet", she heard him speak, sitting on the bed. Rachel said nothing, just shrugged.
"I know you don't like this", Robb continued. "But Stannis can help us, and then-"
"Then what? What if we win? What will be my point then?" Rachel snapped.
Robb looked offended as he spoke: "You'll be my wife."
Rachel smiled sadly. "You know very well that won't be enough. I need to make myself useful,...