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22.Ominous Awakening
259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Dim light slipped through the curtains, the sort that comes when it's still day outside, but the sky was cloudy. The waking world was not much better than the dream. Her limbs had thinned and were now heavy and slow to obey, though her mind was surprisingly clear. Something had also changed in the air, but it was too subtle for Rhaella to pinpoint. Moments after she stirred awake, Pycelle swept into the room, fussing over her and muttering…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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36.White Winds
13th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The King in the North, somewhere around the Neck. Even when pooling his mind and magic with Winter, Jon could feel the connection with Ghost and Bloodfyre fray as he flew southward. The bond still held, but it was like an old cobweb, stretched so thin that his mind struggled to pass through. In another hundred miles, he would no longer even feel their presence. Riding a dragon for days was a different affair from doing a short jaunt around Winterfell's hills.…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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35.Winter is Here
17th Day of the 10th Moon, 303 AC Myrcella Baratheon Wary servants moved like scared rabbits, their feet uncertain, their eyes ever glancing upward, as though the very sky might crack open and rain fire upon them. The lords and ladies were little better, their grim faces joyless, and their earlier confidence shattered. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold had settled over Winterfell. Myrcella saw it plainly. It was not snow that drove folk away from the courtyards, nor the shortening…- 401.2 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…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for Ron. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of a handful of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter were…
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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…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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33.The Unwanted Envoy
22nd Day of the 9th Moon Sarella Sand, Sunspear Her eyes studied the painting on the wall. It depicted Nymeria, the Warrior Queen and her ancestor, clad in lobstered steel below her neck, with a bared face shining in resolve amidst a battle over a river crossing. It was a fine painting, painted by a master’s hand, with its colours so vivid it nearly looked real. Yet now, Sarella was irked by it. The canvas had done nothing wrong except to show the queen wearing too much steel. The…- 401.2 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…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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67.Rekindled
7th of October 1994, Friday (13 days later) The Aspirant The morning greeted them with its typical British weather. The wind howled through the treetops as rain poured down endlessly, soaking the already damp Scottish Highlands further. The pathway from the carriage to the castle had turned into a muddy river, nigh impossible to cross. “If it’s not the cold, it’s the rain,” Adeline muttered sourly, glancing through the windows of their shared dorm. Originally, the carriage had more than…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
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32.The Price of a Gift
15th Day of the 9th Moon, 303 AC Damion Lannister, Braavos He had never been a large man, nor broad of shoulder, but age had shrunken him all the same. Perhaps it was some hidden ailment, or he had displeased the gods somehow, but at eight-and-fifty, Ser Damion Lannister stood scarcely five and a half feet, his limbs turned to kindling twigs, his knees trembling like old reeds in the wind. The strength he had once carried into the lists, the pride he bore in the melee of his youth, had long since…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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