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Epilogue-Of Guilt and Family
Dozens of battles and countless skirmishes, big and small, were fought between the Lord of Highgarden and the Westerlands-Riverlands alliance. None were decisive, but casualties began to pile up as the year progressed. The lands of House Crane and Rowan were quickly drained and put to the torch many a time, with the smallfolk killed, scattered or dispossessed. Warbands from both sides continued their incursions deeper, setting the Northmarch and the southern Riverlands and Westerlands ablaze. Lord…-
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29.Winds of Change
12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…-
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31.Vacation
Friday, 24th of July, 1992Harry After over half a year of waiting through red tape and excuses, the Ministry of Magic finally returned his mother's wand to his hands. No wonder nothing got done in Wizarding Britain properly–Snape had been in Azkaban for nine months now, and the investigation had long been closed. "Or perhaps they didn't want to give a child a Traceless wand," Sirius mused outloud before bursting out in laughter. It also elicited a chuckle from Harry; he was just happy to have…-
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6.The Fisherman's Wrath
Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon 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…-
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16.Growing Bold
2nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACSansa Stark The last day had been a blur; her thoughts drifted with the wind, and everything felt like a fleeting dream. After the meeting, Sansa patiently waited aside as Jon spoke to her granduncle. Having Ser Brynden Tully swear his service to him was a bold yet cunning move, which would only bolster Jon's legitimacy. The answers her brother promised were nearing. But… was he her brother? Or was he Aunt Lyanna's son as Barbrey had claimed? After her…-
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58.Echoes of Blood
15th Day of the 2nd Month, 299 ACThe Besieged Bog Devil Howland was beside himself with worry. His worst fears had come true, and the Dothraki scouts belonged to a Khalasar. His misfortune was somewhat limited, as the foe they had provoked wasn't one of those infamous horselords commanding tens of thousands of screamers. Still, the man they faced was more than the Northmen could handle. Ten days ago, Khal Polo, with over six thousand horsemen, had arrived before the gates of their fort, demanding…-
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90.No Joy in Command
25th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 AC (5 days later)Arianne Martell, the Stormlands Every king needed an heir, a strong son. Aegon was no exception, and as a queen, Arianne had to birth one for him. Only, it was proving to be quite the challenge. It wasn't Aegon's endearing inexperience that was the problem. Her husband was a quick learner, and guiding him into discovering the joys of lovemaking was more than pleasurable. Neither he nor Arianne lacked enthusiasm. Nor was time the issue either. After that…-
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28.Smoke and Mirrors
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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1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…
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8. Heartfelt Hospitality
10th day of the 4th Moon Torren Liddle The crisp morning air saw him kneeling in prayer at the Heart Tree amidst its thick roots, just as the first rays of the sun lazily peaked from the eastern hills. His breath formed fleeting misty clouds in the morning cold. The weirwood was old, older than the Liddles, with most of its gnarly roots being thicker than a woman's waist. Torren opened his eyes and looked at the carved face grotesquely twisted in defiance as usual. The Gods had proven merciful…-
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