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The Rose Knight (Game of thrones fan fic)

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**The Rose Knight** They say life pays its injustices in kind, but for a boy of five name days, justice came in the unlikely form of Olenna Tyrell, the Queen of Thorns. Known for her sharp wit and unparalleled intelligence in a world dominated by men, Olenna was one of the few women with true power. On a rainy, muddy day, for reasons only she knew, the formidable Lady of Highgarden took pity on a ragged boy with tanned skin, curly black hair, and piercing dark eyes. The boy, Espada Flowers, was a bastard born to a whore mother and a bard father. He had never known love or kindness—until Olenna plucked him from the streets and brought him to her castle. There, she raised him to serve as a future guard for her newborn granddaughter, unknowingly setting the stage for a piece on her chessboard that would change the game forever. Espada would grow to become a legend, securing the future of House Tyrell and carving a name for himself as *The Rose Knight*. His strength, loyalty, and cunning became intertwined with Olenna’s ambitions, reshaping the role of knights and shifting the balance of power in the deadly Game of Thrones.
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