Some Reality Web

Lady Margaery is no longer among us. She will be greatly missed within our home, for I know there will never be a rose as vibrant as those of House Tyrell.

It seems it is once more just you and I, Arya.

Fuck. Lissa’s gone again.

Anyone in the mood to spar or something? I really need to punch something.

Hell, yeah! Who wants to race me down the slopes?

I remember craving apples when I was expecting Elizabeth. Hoever, I was never presented with an apple who cursed at me. Definitly not what I was expected when I thought spending the afternoon walking through a giant apple orchard would be a pleasant diversion.

What does one wear to a robot invasion? Nothing too maudlin, I hope. I don't have the right beverage for that.

What are these thing? Are we safe? I cannot believe the things that I have seen since I have been here.

I am going to set 3 of the Direwolves loose on these stupid things. The other four are going to protect my sister and Margarey

Point me where you need us most and we will clear out some of these stupid things

Dear Entity,

Do you know what would be great for my burgeoning garden? A dittany plant, Devil's Snare, Venemous Tentacula, or A WHOMPING WILLOW! I mean I never actually got to see the one at Hogwarts a shame really, but I promise I could handle it.


Everyone else, do you know where I can get some seeds to grow? I want all kinds! Ultimately, it would be great to have a small island of the northern wilderness, tropical rainforest, a beachy area with palms, and the like to escape to for the winter months.

I hope to be open by November 1st! If anyone has a green thumb, likes to move dirt, or just help it would be appreciated. I could probably afford to hire a couple people if anyone needs a job.

Seven Fucking Hells. The Entity sent Jon home. I can only assume that Ghost remained behind because I asked for him as a gift before Jon was brought here.

I need to go stab something.

Happy birthday, Pete! Everyone show him you love him.

Listen. I have a need.

A need to play an exceptionally brutal game of Monopoly.

Or Uno.

I say brutal because you're going to leave with sore butts when I'm done kicking them.

I'm leaving clues to where this is going to happen. Like a quest, but way cooler because it's from me.

Matthew is my co-conspirator but he just doesn't know it yet.

...Well, I mean, now he does, but you get it.

On the off-chance I end up with this thing following me for the rest of my life, what do you actually feed an ostrich?

I, too, received an expected gift from the Entity. I found two portrait minautures of my daughter Elizabeth in frames on the table beside my bed. There was also this necklace which has been passed down in my family for years. My father gave it to my mother and she passed it to me. I had hoped to pass it to Elizabeth one day but it wasn't to be. I am still very happy to have it though.

This place never ceases to amaze me with the things that happen, both good and bad. I certainly hope we are in store for more good things for a while.







[The portraits are actually of Elizabeth 1. Unless Google lied to me.]

Diana, Margaery, I apologise, but the apartment might feel a little smaller.

Since Lady got another chance... I wished for the Direwolves my brothers and cousin so deeply cared for. Brandon's direwolf Summer, who was so loyal to my younger brother he died protecting him from white walkers, and Shaggy Dog, my youngest brother Rickon's direwolf, killed for protecting Rickon. Grey Wind, loyal and brave, killed by cowards as they betrayed my eldest brother. And Ghost, who fought to protect the realm against White Walkers and the dead and stayed by Jon's side through all his trials. I believe they are glad to be with their sisters, Nymeria and Lady.

They are loyal and brave animals, and although they look large and dangerous, I will stress that they are only dangerous when those they protect are in danger. If you are kind to them, they will be kind to you.

[ LADY ANNE ]

I hope you are doing well. We are intending to have a breakfast feast for Lady Margaery's name day soon, would you like to join us?

Lord Suffolk will be there, but you will not be required to be cordial if you choose not to be.

I was told that this place is not hell but I am beginning to wonder. I hear people talk about these creatures and supossedly we are safe here in this large underground room but still.

I didn't wish to die then and I don't wish to die now.

[Charles]

Perhaps I have misjudged you.


[Margery, Sansa, Arya]

Thank you for being friendly to me. I feel so out of place in this time and you have made it feel a little less strange.

What is this feast that is being celebrated this week? I am not familiar with Thanksgiving, I believe it's called.

Have I got this right? I think so. Right. So, as I understand it, I am to introduce myself by way of this tiny box. Hello, I am Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk and loyal retainer to his majesty, King Henry the VIII.

If someone who hears, er, reads this would be so kind as to pass a message along to a one Lady Margaery Tyrell of High Garden as I am uncertain of how to reach her otherwise: My Lady, when would you be prepared to go on the excursion of which we spoke?

My thanks,
Charles Brandon