Death was every bit as bad as I thought it would be.

It wasn't a glamorous death. I didn't die trying to save anyone's life. In fact it was agony, while it lasted. One moment I was riding my horse round the track, the next minute I was under the horse being dragged along said track. Don't ask me how. I don't know.

But what I do know is that death should be it right? The end, no more? Turns out I'm the one who knows nothing...

Because I can tell you that if death was the end I wouldn't be staring up at the eyes of a woman who looks exactly like Cersei Lannister. And I shouldn't be sucking on her teet.

Wait what the fuck!

A/N

Hello there! If you're reading this then you are one of the very few people who will ever lay eyes on this (probably shit) story. I don't know why I'm writing this since I can't write for crap but here I am. Thanks for reading I guess :)

P.S All the knowledge I have from this universe comes straight from the TV show and fanfics I've read. (plus some extensive wiki reading) I own the books but I've never read them so sorry bout that