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Broken Dreams
“I dreamt… many things,” she murmured, eyes turning murky. “The seasons keep turning, and the long summer draws near…” “Then, can you tell me?” Rhaella pressed. “What will become of me?” The woodswitch raised her head, and her eyes were now clear but full of pity. “Knowing will do you no good, princess.”- 8.9 K • Aug 17, '25
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17.Hunting Shadows
259 AC, the Last Hearth The Wandering Bastard He had guessed right. The Lord of Last Hearth was indeed hosting a feast for the first nameday of his grandson, Jon Umber. The future Greatjon could now fit comfortably in Jon’s arms, but his wails were just as booming. Hoarfrost Umber was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered like a boar and towering a whole head over most men, just like his grandson would in the future. He looked like half a giant, too, with a shaggy grey beard hiding most of his…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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10.Unforeseen Consequences
258 AC, the Red Keep The Young Princess Her brother had wedded Genna three days past, in a rather hasty ceremony. Many lords were invited, but the swiftness of the event saw only the Crownlords and the Stormlords arrive, with Lord Blackwood and Darry from the Riverlands and Lord Casswell of Bitterbridge—the sole Reachlord for the event. Grand Aunt Daella had been invited from Tarth, but no raven ever returned, nor did the sails of quartered crescent and a sun grace the docks. It had to be…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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19.The Spark.
259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Only once they passed the great causeway of the Neck and the horses set hoof into the Riverlands did Jon Snow feel at ease. A part of him had yearned to stop at Winterfell, to try and enter his former home and meet his grandparents, who were about his age now. Yet Jon knew all too well now was not the time. Any bonds of kinship they had would not be recognised, aye, but he could have still stopped for that promised reward. Yet, it was something else…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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23.Coiling Sparks
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Was this choice any choice at all? Could she ever stay in the Red Keep and watch dragons grow, without ever being allowed to claim one? “Why are they caged, grandfather?” Aegon’s face darkened. “There were six hatchlings…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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13.Tall Triumphs
259 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess “Are you certain you wish to do this?” Whitedream’s face was twisted into a heavy frown. “There are easier ways, my young apprentice.” “Leaving the Red Keep is not an option,” she said. “Not for me, and not now.” The quiet stretched as Rhaella studied her mentor’s still face. It gave away nothing, as Whitedream had the uncanny skill just to sit still without moving a muscle for hours, but his eyes betrayed him. They had darkened…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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27,Joining the Royal Court
259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of Valyrian purple, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards cold and sinister instead of beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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8.Dancing with Desire
Warning: Semi-graphic scene. 258 AC The Young Prince To his great dismay, daybreak saw Aerys blearily drag his legs to the training yard instead of remaining abed. As a prince of the blood, he had always enjoyed a leisurely morning, waking up whenever he felt rested enough and turning to training later in the day. But here he was, not of his own choosing for once—not today, nor the previous three mornings. Thwack! The sword was like a viper, lunging at his joints with frightening…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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21.Ethereal Pursuits
259 AC, the Riverlands The Wandering Bastard It took time for a lord to find out when riders sent to patrol ‘disappeared’. If the lord’s lands were vast enough, some patrols could ride around for days, even weeks, before returning. It was far more likely that a passing traveller, vagrant or some merchant would find the corpses and bring word of it to the nearest holdfast. From there, they would send a raven to the lord if they had one, and a rider to bring the word if they…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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25.A Den of Vipers
259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard “This is bloody slow,” Tormund groaned, looking at the winding queue that disappeared into the gatehouse before them. They had barely moved ten yards in the last half an hour, and his squire had begun to grow impatient. “Patience is a virtue,” Daeron chided, as he petted his donkey without a care in the world. Tormund scowled, and while he ceased his complaints, he dismounted and kept shuffling, quite unable to…- 203.0 K • Ongoing
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