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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 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Even a day later, the merchant who had tipped off Ser Denys had yet to be found. Rhaella suspected that such would never come to pass, and even if by some stroke of fortune the king’s men arrested him, he would not know a thing himself.…-
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3rd of September 1994, Saturday (2 days later) Fleur Delacour The small hall was no different from a modest dining room, but more than enough to accommodate Madame Maxime and all twelve champion candidates. That had been the plan, once. But now, the hall was filled to the brim even after a round of expansion charms, seeing nearly forty students from the first to the seventh year, squeezing together on each table with no small difficulty. And this was after only those proficient enough in English had…-
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259 AC, the Riverlands The Wandering Bastard It took time for a lord to find out when riders sent to patrol ‘disappeared’. If the lord’s lands were vast enough, some patrols could ride around for days, even weeks, before returning. It was far more likely that a passing traveller, vagrant or some merchant would find the corpses and bring word of it to the nearest holdfast. From there, they would send a raven to the lord if they had one, and a rider to bring the word if they…
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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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1st of November 1994, Tuesday Harry “I have no enemies, nor any feuds, I swear. Neither does my boy… help me, Headmaster, please.” Harry awkwardly shuffled his weight from one leg to the other, feeling completely out of place, even though Trelawney had yet to notice him. Nevertheless, he didn’t dare to ease his magic and reveal his presence. The poor woman did not know the man she had so dearly loved was merely a husk controlled by the dark lord, and even if she did, it would do her no…
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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 259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard “This is bloody slow,” Tormund groaned, looking at the winding queue that disappeared into the gatehouse before them. They had barely moved ten yards in the last half an hour, and his squire had begun to grow…
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6th of May 1994, Sunday (1 day later) Draco Malfoy Fiendfyre in Brechfa Forest—Werewolves vs Deatheaters By special reporter Octavia Brightmoor In what looks like a quarrel between partners in crime turned bloody, Death Eaters and werewolves led by Fenrir Greyback clashed in the Brechfa Forest two nights ago. According to DMLE sources, the extent of the fighting cannot be confirmed after Fiendfyre set a good part of the woodland ablaze, leaving only ashes behind. However,…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Why is my presence required for something like this?” Her father’s face was unreadable. “You’re no longer a child, Rhaella. Father decided it’s time to see the dispensation of royal justice in all of its grim glory.” A punishment, then. At least she had spared Joanna the indignity, though Melony was by her side, and Genna was seated right behind Aerys on the other side of their parents, shuffling uneasily in her seat. The…
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259 AC The Crownlands The Pale Knight Jon had always known the reign of the Unlikely was far from smooth, but witnessing the trouble and woe of the land with his own eyes was far different from reading lifeless words inked down on a page. Even the North in his day was never completely worry-free with its vast territory, the wildling raids, and the danger of Ironmen threatening the western shores, but the situation left him feeling aghast. The Riverlands had its own share of issues gleaned…
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259 AC, Castle Black The Self-Exiled Prince Seated in a crude chair on the balcony, he basked in the thin Northern sun. Ravens croaked and cawed in a jarring symphony, but his ears had long grown used to the cacophony. Across the ledge, the yells of the drillmaster mingled with the clangour of steel and grunts of recruits and old rangers too bored to do anything but hone their skills. Once upon a time, that would have interested him a tad. Just enough to move to the ledge and observe,…
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