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      28.Smoke and Mirrors28.Smoke and Mirrors

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      by Gladiusx 8th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark Torrhen was heaving like a horse after a race, misty puffs escaping his mouth one after another. Two mornings had passed since his squire had begun running in full armour. While tired to the bone, not a word of complaint left his lips. Jon estimated it was one part pride and four parts pure stubbornness. Pride or not, persistence was respectable, if not always for the right reasons. Still, if stubbornness could be aimed properly, it became a boon, not a…
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      27.The Grand Northern Council27.The Grand Northern Council

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      by Gladiusx 5th day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark A dark-bronze wing lashed out, and Doren backed away quickly but not quickly enough to avoid being showered in snow. When the saddlemaker approached again, measuring tape in hand, Stormstrider growled at Jon. The king smacked his scaly snout with enough strength to snap the jaw shut. "Bare your fangs at me again, and I'll knock them down your gullet," Jon warned, voice glacial. The purple drake huffed at him all the same, chest swelling like a scaly…
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      26.The Wolf and the Doe26.The Wolf and the Doe

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      by Gladiusx 4th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark His connection to Stormstrider had snapped, like a taut string cut clean by a sword. It was gone, but its echo lingered like the phantom feeling left after one lost a limb. He didn't even need to reach his senses out to know that Shireen had bonded with the purple drake. Jon suspected this could happen, but to see a bloodline link just steal his dragon before him was sobering. Judging by Stormstrider's defiant snarl when he reached out with his mind,…
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      25.The Flying Storm25.The Flying Storm

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      by Gladiusx 28th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Cersei Lannister, Casterly Rock None wept when word arrived of the Ironmen's devastating defeat at Oldtown. It was said that the bells rang out in triumph and the taverns overflowed with drunken merriment, though half the city lay charred and blackened. Even in Lannisport, wine flowed like a river in celebration. Yet the treacherous Reach was weaker for it, and that gladdened Cersei's heart the most. 'Let the fools bleed each other dry,' she…
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      24.Writhing Shadows24.Writhing Shadows

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      by Gladiusx 24th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC The Mad Maid, Oldtown The looming oily darkness pressed into her dreams and seeped into the recesses of her mind, and Malora Hightower awoke in a bed of cold sweat with a silent scream on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her thin limbs felt sorer than usual. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and it would not calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Many called her the Witch of Hightower or the Mad Maid. They were not wrong. She was born with a rare talent unseen for…
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      23.Of Crowns and Cripples and Conflict23.Of Crowns and Cripples and Conflict

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      by Gladiusx 23rd Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark The clanging of steel carried through the trees, cutting through the quiet of the godswood. Even in the snow, Arya's footsteps were graceful, and Needle flickered all across in a storm of steel, the tip poking at his vitals with every thrust. It was swift and sudden, though there was little strength behind the sword. Jon hefted his tourney blade, either swatting away the blows or meeting them head-on with the blunt of the sword. Once he had seen…
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      22.Sowing the Wind22.Sowing the Wind

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      by Gladiusx 17th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Denys Drumm, the Sunset Sea Denys drove the point of his blade through ringmail and flesh with ease, the ripples of red steel sliding into the foe's breast as though it were butter. A twist, a yank, and the man crumpled. Another stood before him, a Greenlander armoured in heavy steel, hefting a greatsword. Yet no matter how heavy his strikes or good his lobstered plate was, he was no match for the Lord of Old Wyk. Not with Red Rain in Denys Drumm's hand. The Valyrian…
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      21.A Crown for a King

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      by Gladiusx 11th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Shireen Since her greyscale was gone, Shireen's appetite had returned with a vengeance. She hungered for meat most of all, and no single portion seemed enough. At first, she forced herself to eat sparingly, fearing she might grow soft and round, like Lady Cerwyn, but such restraint only left her belly aching with protest. Maester Wolkan had called it a growth spurt, so she had allowed herself bacon, cheese, and eggs, and ate them with relish. Today was no…
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      20.The New Hand of Winter20.The New Hand of Winter

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      by Gladiusx 26th Day of the 6th MoonJon Stark "The… princess is in good health," Wolkan said after leaving the new quarters assigned to Myrcella in the Great Keep. "The stress and the cold have taken a toll on her, especially while still recovering from such a heavy, bone-deep wound on her face." "Rickard, I want two loyal swords at her door at all times," Jon commanded coldly, leaving no room to doubt the seriousness of his order. "Once she's well enough to walk, inform Myrcella that her presence is demanded…
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      19.Damsels in Distress19.Damsels in Distress

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      by Gladiusx 22nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMelisandre of Asshai The last moon had opened her eyes. Winterfell was akin to Storm's End; she could feel the old, forgotten spells woven into the bedrock below. They blocked light, shadow, and darkness in equal measure. And the air sang when Jon was crowned, the tune echoing deep into the ground below. From smoke and salt, he was reborn, waking more than he had been before. Tempered by the cold grasp of death and reforged fires of the funeral pyre, the…
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