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      9.False Pretenses9.False Pretenses

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Rhaenyra had decided to throw a feast to celebrate the 'resolution of that pesky misunderstanding'. Unfortunately, Jon couldn't decline the offer made before the whole court without insulting the Lady of Dragonstone. Alas, no matter how tempted he was to do it, his common sense prevailed in the end. And so, here he was in the Great Hall of Dragonstone, a terrible building in the shape of a dragon lying on its belly. Draconic motifs dominated the castle, down…
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      8.The Angler's Trial8.The Angler’s Trial

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The dungeons of Dragonstone were far warmer than the ice cells of Castle Black. The air here was hot and humid, heavy with sulphur. There was no light here, aside from the single ray coming from a finger-sized hole in the ceiling made for breathing. Each cell was walled up with that impossibly smooth black rock for which Dragonstone was famous. Instead of a wall and a door, iron bars as thick as a man's wrist separated each cell from the hallway, giving each…
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      7.Of Pride and Pettiness7.Of Pride and Pettiness

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestThe Rogue Prince. This was not how he expected his day to go, truth be told. Normally, Daemon would rejoice to have a break from the dull tedium of Dragonstone, but seeing his daughters return to the castle frightened and shaken three hours after they had given Ser Alfred Broome the slip made his blood boil. Getting the crux of the story out of his sobbing fifteen-year-old twins turned surprisingly difficult, considering each word out of their mouths was more…
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      6.The Fisherman's Wrath6.The Fisherman’s Wrath

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The sky was dotted by a veil of torn-up clouds as if heralding the bloody savageness that would take hold of the Seven Kingdoms soon. It certainly heralded Jon Snow's impending predicament. Some days, it felt as if the gods themselves were mocking him. His desire for peace and solitude in this time, which was not his own, felt so strangely impossible, as if to spite his ambition to become a fisherman. This was not his fight. This was not his time. But…
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      5.The Wingless Maiden5.The Wingless Maiden

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestRhaena Targaryen A storm was brewing. It was not going to be a storm of wind and rain and thunder, but one that would shake her life—she just knew it. Everything looked calm on the surface, but Rhaena knew better. The House of the Dragon was divided ever since she and her sister were born, and Rhaena felt things wouldn't be resolved so simply, despite everyone's reassurances to the contrary. Her father and stepmother, Princess Rhaenyra, were growing more tense by the…
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      4.Vexations of a Fisherman4.Vexations of a Fisherman

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow "A storm is brewing," Aethan muttered the next morning. Nettles glanced at the cloudless sky outside and scoffed. "How would you know, old man?" "I can feel the ache in my knees." His steward smiled ruefully. "The days are getting shorter, and fall shall soon arrive, and with it come the autumn storms from the Stepstones." As the old fisherman predicted, the weather turned stormy the next week. The warm drizzle was easy to ignore, but the winds coming…
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      3.Ramblings of a Lackwit3.Ramblings of a Lackwit

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The world beneath the waves was the opposite of the bare hills of Dragonstone. The cold embrace of the water was soothing, and the underwater was illuminated by the dancing rays of sunlight sifting through the surface above. The rocky seabed was dotted by jagged spirals of black volcanic stone, veiled in forests of swaying kelp that fluttered like the green banners of long-forgotten kings. Eels weaved in between, their milky white eyes inspecting him with…
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      25.Epilogue-Dancing with Shadows25.Epilogue-Dancing with Shadows

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      by Gladiusx The exact origin of King Jon Stark is greatly disputed, but most scholars agree that he is King Viserys’s son. Some claim he’s a dragonseed left by Jaehaerys in his royal progressions in the North, but they offer little proof.  Nothing is known about King Jon’s childhood or dwelling, and the first record of him is in Ashcove, in the final months of his father’s reign. Even the King has never spoken of his family, aside from the name of his mother, Lyanna, once mentioned in the trial of…
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      24.Echoes of Peace24.Echoes of Peace

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      by Gladiusx 130 ACRhaena Targaryen Visenya's crown was a small, delicate circle of gold, otherwise plain and unadorned. The crown of the most notorious queen in the realm—until Rhaenyra, at least. Visenya was whispered to be a dangerous sorceress at best and a kinslayer for killing her nephew at worst. Her support for Maegor was not something Jaehaerys the Conciliator had forgotten, nor was it something he had forgiven. Thus, Visenya was a dangerous name. The eldest sister and wife to the Conqueror himself,…
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      23.A New Path Forward23.A New Path Forward

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      by Gladiusx 130 ACThe Dragonslayer Jon crawled onto the rocky shore, gasping for breath and shivering. The earlier tension had drained out of his body, leaving weakness behind. His limbs felt heavy, and his joints groaned painfully with each movement. His innards felt like someone had stirred them with a ladle, and the skin on his hands and chest was burned by Vhagar's searing blood earlier and still stung. It was not a terrible burn, but Jon knew it would leave a mark—yet another trophy of survival upon his…
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