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10th Day of the 8th MoonZaphon Sarrios, Tyrosh The magister was not happy. Grudgingly, he looked around his favourite personal bathhouse - everything was covered by intricate tiles made of polished white marble, and the air was thick with the misty veil waffling from the churning waters below. Velyena, his favourite bed slave and bare just as the day she was born, was just beside him and slowly feeding him sweet, ripe red grapes, the colour of deep amber. Another of his favourites, Deliena, was…-
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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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The presence of a common enemy, especially one so dangerous, opens doors that would have been otherwise forever closed. I never thought I would bear witness to such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or even two of the wayward masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king…-
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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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9th Day of the 8th MoonJaime Lannister "One more," his words were met with Joffrey's annoyed half-glare, half-groan. "Or we can do drills instead?" The crown prince, clad in padded training armour, threw him a petulant glare, "Why must I do this, uncle?" It wasn't a new question; his son had asked him this many a time. But when had he ever been a father to the boy? Did he even want to be one? "A man must know how to fight, let alone a prince." The answer had always been the…
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1st of September, 1992, TuesdayHarry The first step in hunting venomous beasts is identifying their dwellings and behavioural patterns. An inexperienced hunter might do only that, thinking his preparations are complete and rushing headlong for the kill. Many of those perish even after slaying the beast, for they were bitten in their hubris and had failed to bring the appropriate antidote. Harry almost cringed; the words reminded him of his jaunt in the Chamber of Secrets, far too close for comfort.…
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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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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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21st of August, 1992, ThursdayHarry This was his first holiday, and Harry had to say that, almost a month in, he liked it a lot. He had never been outside Britain before, let alone on any vacation, but it was still great, even if the heat felt unbearable some days. The sun was blisteringly hot, and even the evening barely provided respite. It hadn't rained since his friend and his cousins had arrived, but Harry suspected even the rain would be warm. The most unbearable part was sweating…
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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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