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29.The End of Summer
259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone, commanded by Lord Valarr Velaryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…-
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20.From the Ashes
259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Daeron had fallen unconscious after they had fished him out of the deep well, the man too thin and sickly from his quite lengthy stay in the well. Tormund had proposed leaving him by the road and moving on, but Jon felt that since they had taken him out, they ought to at least make sure he wouldn’t die right away. And the man was thin enough to count all of his ribs, and if he were left here, he’d probably be too weak to get up and die…-
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31.Petulance and Peaches
259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Thank you, Jasen,” she said, nodding to the innkeeper as he personally brought over the trays laden with a hearty fare. He gave her a bright smile. “It’s my honour, m’lady princess. Fret not, I won’t tell a single word.” After bowing so deeply that his jowls jiggled vigorously, the plump man retreated, leaving behind a table groaning under the weight of the feast. He had even brought over proper first-course…-
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34.A Glimpse of Death
A common enemy is an interesting thing. I never thought I would witness such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or the masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king must be stopped. Aside from Old Blood of Volantis and the Forty of Pentos, the full legacy of the Freehold…-
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1.Prologue-Broken Dreams
258 AC, Harrenhal The Young Princess Rhaella did not like to travel. Though, her desires mattered little—being princess of the blood was more about duty than anything else. It was late afternoon when they arrived at the great castle of Harrenhal, puffing like thirsty oxen beneath the sweltering heat. The air had grown so hot that even the wind felt scalding. For good or ill, Harren’s charred castle provided respite from the merciless summer sun. Rhaella did not know if it was the infamous…-
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2.Dreams of Frost
??? The Betrayed Lord Commander Longclaw stabbed at the ice, aiming for the chest of the Cold One. TING! A shrill sound tore through the air, as terrible as the wailing of a dying beast. Jon’s wrists rattled at the recoil, and he almost dropped his sword. Cracks spreading like a spiderweb had appeared where he had struck, but the ice was still whole. The snowy ice underneath was too slippery. With such uneasy footing, it was hard to exert his full strength. Yet he gritted his…-
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3.Voices in the Dark
??? The Betrayed Lord Commander He woke up enveloped in a cool, pleasant sensation. The terrifying chill threatening to consume his very being was gone. Was this the afterlife? Jon cracked his eyes open, and the curtain of light greeted him again. ‘I am still in the heart of winter.’ But why was the burning cold gone? It had even stopped snowing. His body no longer felt like it was about to turn into one giant icicle, and Jon felt… well. It was as if he had…-
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4.Echoes of Hunger
258 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess There had been no chance to speak with her grandfather, to gauge his reaction and try to confide in him. While Aegon the Unlikely was a busy king, he wasn’t too hard to meet. But Rhaella couldn’t meet him, no matter how much she wished to, despite being a princess of the blood and his only granddaughter. The chambers of the Maidenvault were flush with velvet tapering and gilded furniture, an empty luxury meant to entertain Baelor’s sisters for…-
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5.Creeping Shadows
258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Betrayed Lord Commander No wonder everything was different. Jon had half a mind to believe that he had indeed awakened in the year 258 after Aegon’s Conquest—Bloodraven looked like a spry old man despite entering his ninth decade, not a corpse or a shrivelled old relic of nearly a hundred and thirty years. Even the luckiest men could scarcely live over a hundred, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him after surviving a century. At…-
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6.Dancing with Death
258 AC, the Red Keep The Young Princess Rhaella woke up, back soaked in a cold sweat again. This time, she had dreamed of torn throats and pools of blood. And the screams still echoed in her mind. Her own screams, though her voice had been older and far more desperate. The manner of Septa Melona’s death had been covered up, but Septon Manton’s murder was seen by too many to be buried. “By noon, half the city will know a septon was killed in the Red Keep in broad daylight,” her…-
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