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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…-
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23rd Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Daenerys Targaryen, Harrenhal "Aegon and Daenerys Targaryen are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever!" And now, Daenerys was a woman thrice wed, in this stuffy old sept nestled into Harrenhal's enormous courtyard. A statue loomed from above at each of the six pillars, their cold faces staring down at her with judgment. She raised her chin higher. Why would the Blood of the Dragon answer to gods, let alone men? Alas, wedding rites had to be observed…
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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…
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14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least where small matters were concerned. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an old hand at managing publicity, whether good or bad, and balancing the department heads and the warlock-lords of the Wizengamot. Dislodging him from the seat of a Minister was by no means easy, nor was it as simple as she had first thought. To…-
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Into the swing of the war against the Reach, King Tommen Lannister and King Patrek Mallister slowly found themselves pushed back by the consolidated armies of the Reach. Even the Sundering barely gave pause to the war. With the Iron Islands under the control of Hightower, iron and trade goods from the North flowed freely into the Reach more than into the Riverlands and the Westerlands. If the war had happened two decades earlier, the results might have been different, but the War of the Five Kings and…
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24th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC The Mad Maid, Oldtown The looming oily darkness pressed into her dreams and seeped into the recesses of her mind, and Malora Hightower awoke in a bed of cold sweat with a silent scream on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her thin limbs felt sorer than usual. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and it would not calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Many called her the Witch of Hightower or the Mad Maid. They were not wrong. She was born with a rare talent unseen for…
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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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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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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka & Ash 259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden Rick is rather eager to go to war, now that Father has agreed to sit as castellan in Winterfell. They say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell—as if I’m not one! Still, I can’t help but be a bit worried, even if the…-
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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…
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