Alternate me would be named Lord Tomas, third son of Lord Micael of the Terrue, seat of House Gobe in the Riverlands, sworn to House Tully, Lords Paramount of the Trident. My father would've died during the invasion of the Lannister army of Riverrun after Tyrion was captured by Lady Catelyn leading to my eldest brother Rickhar becoming the new lord, and being the motivation for our family to join with Lord Edmure in supporting Robb Stark, the King in the North and King of the Trident, in the War of the Five Kings. My brother Rickhar and Timoth would've died at the Red Wedding leading me to be Lord of House Gobe.

With my army in shambles and the North falling to the Boltons while the Riverlands fall to the Freys, I have no choice but to surrender to the Iron Throne to maintain what little of a holdings I have left. Bending the knee to bastard kings and smiling through my teeth at Frey filth while secretly wanting to slit their throats. Tempted to forge an alliance with the Brotherhood without Banners to take back my homelands, but think better of it. I simply bide my time, for the North remembers and so does the Trident. After some clever politicking and new marriage pacts to forge new alliances I finally take my chance to avenge my father and two brothers when Jon Snow returns from the grave and start amassing a force with Sansa to take back Winterfell and claim fealty to the new King of the Trident, and we totes be best bros.

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