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18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Light of the West, Casterly Rock "Lady Regent," came the reedy voice of a boy barely old enough to hold a sword, let alone summon her to anything of import. "The Small Council has convened. The Lord Hand asks if you mean to attend." Cersei turned her gaze upon him slowly, not hiding her distaste. It was a Lannister—or so they said. One of the lesser sorts. Tyland? Or was it Tylon? It hardly mattered. Another distant cousin from an endless line of distant…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
24th of July, 1991 He had no idea how long he was staring at the dark ink. Privet Driver number six? Was his memory faulty? Or was this just another change? He remembered the Dursleys lived in Number Four Privet Drive, not Number Six. He sighed and rummaged through a small drawer in the corner to find a pen and a piece of paper. What would he even write? He knew Vernon would not spare even a penny for him to visit London. Without a wand, Harry Potter was utterly helpless. During the last year on…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
- 7th Day of the 8th MoonKing's LandingEddard Stark The king's steward was a jolly, balding man with a large potbelly, garbed in dark red robes adorned by golden stags and lions along the length of the sleeves. He warily stepped back at the sight of Winter but quickly managed to school his face with a slightly forced smile. Not that he was alone in this, most of the men-at-arms guarding the Red Keep looked at the direwolf with unease. "Lord Hand," he bowed with a stiff flourish. "Grandmaester…
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- Thursday, 3rd of September 1992Juno Bellatrix Black "I shall expect you to follow their every command without fail as if the words were coming from my mouth," Juno said, looking at the squirming Joseph Avery, sandwiched between the Carrow Twins. Yet despite their stony demeanour and unblinking eyes, Hestia and Flora radiated amusement. "It shall be done," the 6th year Slytherin mumbled, bowing deeply before scrambling away as if his arse was on fire. "Must you terrify him so much?" Hestia asked,…
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- Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Rhaenyra had decided to throw a feast to celebrate the 'resolution of that pesky misunderstanding'. Unfortunately, Jon couldn't decline the offer made before the whole court without insulting the Lady of Dragonstone. Alas, no matter how tempted he was to do it, his common sense prevailed in the end. And so, here he was in the Great Hall of Dragonstone, a terrible building in the shape of a dragon lying on its belly. Draconic motifs dominated the castle, down…
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- 22nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMelisandre of Asshai The last moon had opened her eyes. Winterfell was akin to Storm's End; she could feel the old, forgotten spells woven into the bedrock below. They blocked light, shadow, and darkness in equal measure. And the air sang when Jon was crowned, the tune echoing deep into the ground below. From smoke and salt, he was reborn, waking more than he had been before. Tempered by the cold grasp of death and reforged fires of the funeral pyre, the…
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- 9th Day of the 3rd Moon, 299 ACThe Lord Regent, King's Landing Last night had been a disaster, but Joffrey had lived. Everyone who wasn't deaf could hear his angry shrieks throughout the Red Keep. "I want them dead, all of them, DEAD!" They had been so close to defeat, so close, and at the hands of some angry gutter rats instead of Renly's blades or Mace Tyrell's schemes. Should Joffrey have perished last night, their cause would have been crushed. Without Tommen or Joffrey, Myrcella…
- The middle of 300 ACSer Garlan Tyrell, Lys "Is it done?" Lynesse asked, her fingers softly tugging on her lyre, filling the air with a slow, sorrowful tune. Clad in flowing red and deep blue silks that were so transparent and tight that they left little of her sinful figure to the imagination, his aunt was a vision that would turn even a half-blind eunuch's head. Pale heart-shaped face adorned by two gleaming sapphires for eyes with pouty cherry-red lips and a little nose, framed by a curtain of…
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- 3rd Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Samwell Tarly It was nearly three hundred miles from Oldtown to Horn Hill by road, a hard stretch even in fair weather. The already long journey was lengthened further by rainy days and mud-soaked roads. His palfrey had broken its leg in the mud, and Sam had to ride the spare donkey, a slow and stubborn beast that liked to bite and kick. The crippled horse was discarded, sold for meat to the nearest inn for a few silver stags. They had left the road on the sixth…
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- The Young Queen The piece of ice flickered almost gold and red in the dying flames of the torches as it swung at her neck so quickly that Shireen's eyes struggled to follow. TING! The sword jerked away from her neck; the keening wail lingered in the air like a dirge as the ground between her and the Night King exploded in frost and stone. She felt the shrapnel bounce off her brigandine, and painful jolts ran through her feet and gloved hands, shielding her face. The Night King had retreated a…
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