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2nd Day of the 8th Moon, 299 ACKevan Lannister, the Red Keep "Where's Pycelle?" The pale handmaids trembled under his gaze, looking like deer stuck between a rock and a hard place, until one of them bowed her head. "Gone to the Godswood, dragged by the white cloaks, m'lord regent…" Cursing inwardly, Kevan made his way to the old grove, feeling apprehension rising in his chest. The only reason the kingsguard would demand Pycelle's presence in the Godswood was his royal grandnephew, and Joffrey…- 671.1 K • Completed
- 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. Year 306 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The Bay of Ice Fools oft used to say the world would end in fire. But now, they feared it would end in ice. Jon was no different. Warmth, let alone fire, was merely a distant dream. But it was a dream that came to him every time he closed his eyes, the…
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- 12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…
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- Friday, 24th of July, 1992Harry After over half a year of waiting through red tape and excuses, the Ministry of Magic finally returned his mother's wand to his hands. No wonder nothing got done in Wizarding Britain properly–Snape had been in Azkaban for nine months now, and the investigation had long been closed. "Or perhaps they didn't want to give a child a Traceless wand," Sirius mused outloud before bursting out in laughter. It also elicited a chuckle from Harry; he was just happy to have…
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- Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The sky was dotted by a veil of torn-up clouds as if heralding the bloody savageness that would take hold of the Seven Kingdoms soon. It certainly heralded Jon Snow's impending predicament. Some days, it felt as if the gods themselves were mocking him. His desire for peace and solitude in this time, which was not his own, felt so strangely impossible, as if to spite his ambition to become a fisherman. This was not his fight. This was not his time. But…
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2nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACSansa Stark The last day had been a blur; her thoughts drifted with the wind, and everything felt like a fleeting dream. After the meeting, Sansa patiently waited aside as Jon spoke to her granduncle. Having Ser Brynden Tully swear his service to him was a bold yet cunning move, which would only bolster Jon's legitimacy. The answers her brother promised were nearing. But… was he her brother? Or was he Aunt Lyanna's son as Barbrey had claimed? After her…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 15th Day of the 2nd Month, 299 ACThe Besieged Bog Devil Howland was beside himself with worry. His worst fears had come true, and the Dothraki scouts belonged to a Khalasar. His misfortune was somewhat limited, as the foe they had provoked wasn't one of those infamous horselords commanding tens of thousands of screamers. Still, the man they faced was more than the Northmen could handle. Ten days ago, Khal Polo, with over six thousand horsemen, had arrived before the gates of their fort, demanding…
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- 25th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 AC (5 days later)Arianne Martell, the Stormlands Every king needed an heir, a strong son. Aegon was no exception, and as a queen, Arianne had to birth one for him. Only, it was proving to be quite the challenge. It wasn't Aegon's endearing inexperience that was the problem. Her husband was a quick learner, and guiding him into discovering the joys of lovemaking was more than pleasurable. Neither he nor Arianne lacked enthusiasm. Nor was time the issue either. After that…
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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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- 23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kingslayer The arrow didn't whistle as ordinary arrows would. In fact, Jaime could barely see a blur that tore through the air with a cracking sound heading his way. Yet even with his fast reflexes, he tensed his body but knew he couldn't avoid it in time. THUNK! A gust of wind slammed into Jaime as his ears kept ringing, and his knees almost gave out. It took all of his strength not to collapse on the ramparts, and by some miracle, his shaking legs did not…
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