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The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for him. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant to worry about. 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 the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter…-
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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 amethysts, 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 the cold and sinister rather than the 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…-
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26.Wings of Fate
259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The House of the Dragon was no different from a charred wreck. Her cousin Maegor had been drowning himself in wine and Tyroshi brandy ever since that day, and she had only seen him once, as drunk as a man could ever be, swaying on the way to his quarters. For good or ill, her brother had remained in his quarters, still refusing to leave or see anyone. Would her grandfather truly wed another woman? Rhaella could not say whether those words were spoken…-
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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…-
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25.Epilogue-Dancing with Shadows
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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19.The Die is Cast
130 AC Baela Targaryen The Chamber of the Painted Table saw a war council again, and now it was no longer as empty as a sept when the whores offered bargain nights. Unlike the previous councils gathered by her father and stepmother, even Baela was invited. The killing of the Usurper had won her the favour of many. Some hailed her as a kingslayer, though others whispered behind her back. “Kinslayer,” they would murmur, but never to her face. Accursed was the kinslayer. Baela did not feel…-
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24.Echoes of Peace
130 AC Rhaena 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, at worst, a kinslayer and kingslayer for killing her royal nephew. 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…-
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23.A New Path Forward
130 AC The 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…-
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22.On Jagged Wings
130 AC Casterly Rock Word of King’s Landing's fall and the battle in the Riverlands had seen what remained of the Greens gather in Casterly Rock for a new council. It was an odd royal council, filled with young faces—no lord or knight here was older than thirty. Their fathers and uncles had all perished in the fighting, whether against Riverlanders, Ironborn, or Northmen. “Useless fools!” Aemond roared, flinging a goblet of wine at the wall. He looked at the spindly old maester and barely…-
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark Riding a dragon was nothing like riding a horse. He could feel the Bronze Fury’s smugness as his draconic wings parted the clouds with their strokes, as if to say, ‘I knew you could not avoid me forever.’ And now, Jon was flying. Not dwelling in the mind of a bird, but soaring in the skies on dragonback. Vermithor’s wings were drumming rhythmically, each mighty beat overcoming the swift winds, allowing Jon to travel at a speed he never thought possible. It was a…
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