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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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Breaker’s Tale
An old, jaded wizard merges into the body of the betrayed bastard on the Wall. His powers are lost with his original body, and magic is far more unruly here, but his knowledge and mastery remain.- 4.4 K • Aug 9, '25
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95.The Price of Triumph
13th Day of the 9th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan Selmy, the Blackfyre camp near the Golden Bridge There were no lines of friends and foes pushing in an attempt to envelop or flank one another and gain the upper hand. There were no honourable duels or any semblance of order, just pure chaos. Men who were allies, comrades in arms at sunrise, were now slaughtering each other with no rhyme or reason. Merely groups of chaotic warriors, knights, men-at-arms and auxiliaries led by lords, heirs, or captains. Some…- 671.1 K • Completed
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94.The Worth of a Man
12th Day of the 8th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan the Bold Three days of tense anticipation as envoys went back and forth across the Blackwater Rush, yet they still couldn't decide on a neutral ground as a meeting place. A ship, a floating platform hammered in the river, and a hill halfway between the Northern encampment and Aegon's army were dismissed, leaving them with the bridge as the last reasonable option. Barristan Selmy knew the Golden Bridge intimately; he had traversed it hundreds of times; if…- 671.1 K • Completed
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93.The Burden of Truth
The middle of 300 ACSer Garlan Tyrell, Lys "Is it done?" Lynesse asked, her fingers softly tugging on her lyre, filling the air with a slow, sorrowful tune. Clad in flowing red and deep blue silks that were so transparent and tight that they left little of her sinful figure to the imagination, his aunt was a vision that would turn even a half-blind eunuch's head. Pale heart-shaped face adorned by two gleaming sapphires for eyes with pouty cherry-red lips and a little nose, framed by a curtain of…- 671.1 K • Completed
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92.Time Flies
20th Day of the 12th Moon, 299 AC (13 Days Later)The Onion Knight, King's Landing There was a risk to every endeavour. Every man who had lived on the edge of the law knew this–Davos more so than most. Smuggling was, in essence, the art of measuring and taking risks. Big risk oft was fortuitous upon success but rarely bereft of consequence. He would know. A knighthood and rising from the muck of Fleabottom–in exchange for a ship full of salt and onions and the fingertips on his left hand. The risk…- 671.1 K • Completed
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91.Valonqar
12th Day of the 11th Moon, 299 AC (3 days later)Tyrion Lannister, Tyrosh "Should we join Aegon, m'lord?" Lothor Brune inquired as Tyrion gazed upon the city of Tyrosh from one of the sprawling terraces of the Archon's palace. It had been a difficult three moons, but the marks of war had been mostly erased, and the sprawling streets were flush with former slaves going about their way. "Ah yes, join a Pretender who looks more and more like a Blackfyre by the day against my own family with an army I…- 671.1 K • Completed
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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…- 671.1 K • Completed
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9.The Ghost of Winterfell
4th Day of the 4th Moon, 303 ACThe BarrowlandsThe Blackfish Severed head strapped to his saddle, Brynden finally arrived at the village of Greybrook, just near the small river. It couldn't even be called a small village as much as a pitiful gathering of a few drab-looking houses of mud bricks, undressed logs, and a dilapidated stone mill by the stream. The settlement even lacked a bailiff; only a reeve passed once a year to gather the tithe. Yet it was all for the better, for without a ruling lord,…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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9.The First Day
2nd of September Everything was soft and cosy in just the right way, making Diana feel like she was in heaven. "Hey, Taylor, wake up," a small but annoying voice grated in her ears. "Go 'way," she groaned. "le'me sleep." "Clearwater said we have to be up and ready in fifteen so she can take us down to the Great Hall for breakfast." Who the bloody hell was Clearwater again? Diana blearily cracked an eye open, only to see an Indian girl in black robes looking at her expectantly. Wait,…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
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