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258 AC The Unlikely The king often thought himself grown wiser with age, that he had seen all there was to see in the Great Game. The gods often decided to prove him wrong, and this time it had been no different. One name-day feast, and the House of the Dragon was divided. The scandal had seen the following ball a pale shadow of what had been planned, and Aegon curtailed that event swiftly. His daughter had disappeared into the Great Sept to pray for forgiveness and repentance, though it was more…-
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23rd Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark The clanging of steel carried through the trees, cutting through the quiet of the godswood. Even in the snow, Arya's footsteps were graceful, and Needle flickered all across in a storm of steel, the tip poking at his vitals with every thrust. It was swift and sudden, though there was little strength behind the sword. Jon hefted his tourney blade, either swatting away the blows or meeting them head-on with the blunt of the sword. Once he had seen…-
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17th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Denys Drumm, the Sunset Sea Denys drove the point of his blade through ringmail and flesh with ease, the ripples of red steel sliding into the foe's breast as though it were butter. A twist, a yank, and the man crumpled. Another stood before him, a Greenlander armoured in heavy steel, hefting a greatsword. Yet no matter how heavy his strikes or good his lobstered plate was, he was no match for the Lord of Old Wyk. Not with Red Rain in Denys Drumm's hand. The Valyrian…
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11th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Shireen Since her greyscale was gone, Shireen's appetite had returned with a vengeance. She hungered for meat most of all, and no single portion seemed enough. At first, she forced herself to eat sparingly, fearing she might grow soft and round, like Lady Cerwyn, but such restraint only left her belly aching with protest. Maester Wolkan had called it a growth spurt, so she had allowed herself bacon, cheese, and eggs, and ate them with relish. Today was no…
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Warning: Semi-graphic scene. 258 AC The Young Prince To his great dismay, daybreak saw Aerys blearily drag his legs to the training yard instead of remaining abed. As a prince of the blood, he had always enjoyed a leisurely morning, waking up whenever he felt rested enough and turning to training later in the day. But here he was, not of his own choosing for once—not today, nor the previous three mornings. Thwack! The sword was like a viper, lunging at his joints with frightening…
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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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258 AC The Young Princess Keep the weirwood close. Rhaella fiddled with her hairpin. Shaped like a dragon’s wing, it shone like polished bone under the lamplight and was warm in her fingers, but did little to ease the tightness in her chest. Ser Rolland gave her a curt nod and slid the door open. The Hand’s audience chamber was surprisingly cool. It was the most likely place her father could be found when not in court or a small council meeting. Crimson Myrish rugs lined the floor,…
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258 AC, the Red Keep The Young Princess Rhaella woke up, back soaked in a cold sweat again. This time, she had dreamed of torn throats and pools of blood. And the screams still echoed in her mind. Her own screams, though her voice had been older and far more desperate. The manner of Septa Melona’s death had been covered up, but Septon Manton’s murder was seen by too many to be buried. “By noon, half the city will know a septon was killed in the Red Keep in broad daylight,” her…
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258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Betrayed Lord Commander No wonder everything was different. Jon had half a mind to believe that he had indeed awakened in the year 258 after Aegon’s Conquest—Bloodraven looked like a spry old man despite entering his ninth decade, not a corpse or a shrivelled old relic of nearly a hundred and thirty years. Even the luckiest men could scarcely live over a hundred, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him after surviving a century. At…
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258 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess There had been no chance to speak with her grandfather, to gauge his reaction and try to confide in him. While Aegon the Unlikely was a busy king, he wasn’t too hard to meet. But Rhaella couldn’t meet him, no matter how much she wished to, despite being a princess of the blood and his only granddaughter. The chambers of the Maidenvault were flush with velvet tapering and gilded furniture, an empty luxury meant to entertain Baelor’s sisters for…
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