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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…- 671.1 K • Completed
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7. Saviours and Sellsails
Lysara Liddle Her heart sang with joy as the young man heroically leapt and drove his spear through the enormous snow bear's eye. The beast instantly slumped, but the gigantic paw that was already in motion still struck him. Lysara froze as her saviour's body rolled through the packed ground like a ragdoll. A moment later, he finally stopped at the roots of an ancient oak. After a few moments, the young maiden got out of her stupor and cautiously eyed the sprawled snow bear. It was not moving at…- 671.1 K • Completed
- Eddard Stark "Lord Stark," his friend greeted him with a smile, and Ned finally felt some relief. Howland Reed was still a head shorter than him and slim like all the other crannogmen. A slight brown stubble sported on his chin, and his signature bronze scaleshirt peeked beneath his dark-green cloak. "It's Ned for you, Howland. Did you come alone?" "Five of my men are in Wintertown," Howland supplied before looking around the bustling with training guardsmen yard. He carefully leaned in and…
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5. A Warning Heeded
Davos Seaworth Dragonstone Despite Maester Cressen's fears, Stannis had finally awoken three days ago. They still had no idea what had started the fire, the claw knight had grown highly paranoid, and the fortress's defences had been tightened to the extreme. Not even a rat could enter without the knowledge of the master-at-arms. Worse, the Lord of Dragonstone was in great pain, and his throat couldn't produce anything beyond raspy coughs or pained wheezes. And thus, he was still stuck here, unable…- 671.1 K • Completed
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4. The Hunter and the Prey
17th Day of the 3rd Moon Lord Eddard Stark Eddard tiredly rubbed his brow as the raindrops relentlessly pattered his shutter. It would snow during the night, but the days were too warm and turned the snow into rain. He collapsed on the Lord's chair behind the desk and sighed. The waiting had become unbearable, and all he could do was worry while his mind conjured worse and worse scenarios. It didn't help that the king's arrival loomed in the distance. Ned hated dealing with the Southron court and had…- 671.1 K • Completed
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3. Addled Wits and Weary Minds
Ned Stark After three gloomy days of grief and mourning, the news that Jon was waking was like a ray of sunlight tearing through the stormy sky. When he lost his father and brother, he had to deal with that loss alone, and even then, there was not much time for grief, as he had to fight for his life and his vengeance. Now, there was no war to fight to distract him, and his family was far bigger. The last three days had been dark and gloomy, and everything felt... empty after Bran's funeral. Catelyn…- 671.1 K • Completed
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2. Fickle Blessings
Robb Stark Something was wrong. Ever since Grey Wind howled a few minutes ago, he was whining restlessly and nudging at his feet. "Your new dog is going to deafen us, Stark," Theon groaned. "Mayhaps you should return it to the kennels for now?" "It's a direwolf, not a dog," Robb replied without bothering to hide his annoyance. "Mayhaps we should find you a squid to keep you busy?" "It's a kraken," his friend scowled, "and I'm plenty busy already." With his whores and flirting around with…- 671.1 K • Completed
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1. Prologue
Year 3XX After Aegon's Conquest The sun had not risen in months, and the only lights were the flickering flames of the torches and the soft glow of the waning moon. Unfortunately, Jon had no time to enjoy the view, no matter how magnificent. A cold wind was blowing, cutting as sharp as a knife through even the thickest of furs, and the screams of men dying echoed across the field. The air was filled with the stench of rot and decay. Jon swiftly yet precisely brandished Longclaw in his right hand…- 671.1 K • Completed
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