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The Grand Northern Expansion was a precursor to a slow reform in governance by the King of Winter. The newly acquired lands were not doled out to noble Houses who had proven their merit, but were directly ruled by the crown in a new system of stewardship that saw the North and the Far North enjoy unprecedented levels of trade, peace, and prosperity. Governors and stewards were responsible for the new settlements and towns, positions appointed directly by the crown. Every three years, the North ran royal…-
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None of the Lords in Aegon's army survived the Second Field of Fire, and only the fortunate men-at-arms and knights at the outer encampment managed to flee into the snowy hills. None could say how many of them survived the harsh onset of winter long enough to return home. According to the local scribes, Dorne sent fifteen thousand spears to aid Aegon, and a few hundred barely managed to return, half frozen and nearly starved to death. While some witnesses argued that the King of Winter used fire sorcery…
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18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Jaime Lannister, The Golden Tooth The command room was as quiet as a funeral. Even the crackling hearth had gone silent at some point, and with it, warmth slowly gave way to chill. Yet Jaime was still here, huddled over the great oaken table, and his gaze was fixed on the map as if it would show him a way to victory. It didn't. He had heard a dozen suggestions, scores of ideas, each less feasible than the last. The defeat at Chesford had broken them. There, knights…
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7th Day of the 10th Moon, 303 AC Petyr Baelish, Casterly Rock How much could you strip from a man before he lost his will to live? How much could you take before they shattered? For good or ill, some men broke early, some men endured until the end, and Edmure Tully was the former. The last Tully lord was dead. He had been placed in the upper cells of Casterly Rock, the pleasant, cosy ones made for noble prisoners, with windows carved into the stone and clean bedding. They called them…
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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 260AC, the Red Keep The Crippled Prince Alys Arryn was now a regent of the Iron Throne, ruling in the stead of her missing husband, and Jon Arryn became Lord Protector of the Realm. The whole of the Red Keep was abuzz with the matter. Aerys was now a prisoner in the Red Keep, the familiar…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Thank you, Jasen,” she said, nodding to the innkeeper as he personally brought over the trays laden with a hearty fare. He gave her a bright smile. “It’s my honour, m’lady princess. Fret not, I won’t tell a single word.” After bowing so deeply that his jowls jiggled vigorously, the plump man retreated, leaving behind a table groaning under the weight of the feast. He had even brought over proper first-course…
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After the Red Spring ended and uneasy peace returned, the powers dominating Essos and Westeros had shifted. With Braavos and Pentos reduced to a shadow of their former self, and Volantis busy contending against the rising expansion of New Ghis in Slavers' Bay and beyond, only four forces contend for control of the Stepstones. The Myrish, who had devoured Tyrosh and a good chunk of the Disputed Lands. Lys, who struggled to deal with the encroaching Myrish advance on its own, the Stormlands under Edric…
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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 Pale Knight His plan was simple. Get a chance to interrogate Septon Ambrose when he sneaks into the Silver Rose, or when he leaves. The quartermaster indeed snuck into the brothel, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face entirely. Most importantly, he was on…
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259 AC, the Last Hearth The Wandering Bastard He had guessed right. The Lord of Last Hearth was indeed hosting a feast for the first nameday of his grandson, Jon Umber. The future Greatjon could now fit comfortably in Jon’s arms, but his wails were just as booming. Hoarfrost Umber was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered like a boar and towering a whole head over most men, just like his grandson would in the future. He looked like half a giant, too, with a shaggy grey beard hiding most of his…
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The Hound, they called him. Not a knight, never a knight, despite bearing a white cloak once. A deserter, an oathbreaker, and a dangerous beast of a man who had sent too many to the Stranger before their time. When he washed near the Quiet Isle, I was tempted, oh so very tempted, to leave the rot in his wounds to spread and let the fever take its course. Or simply let him drift down the Bay of Crabs, where the bay's namesakes would feast on his flesh and return him to the Stranger's embrace. By all…
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