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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…- 671.1 K • Completed
- HighgardenGarlan Tyrell Bound by elaborate floral-patterned steelwork, the thick oaken gates of Highgarden were as beautiful as the rest of the high seat of the Reach. High-arched and tall, they were painted with an intricate golden rose that split between the middle as the gates were opened. Garlan greeted the guards and rode Audrey, his faithful dapple-grey mare, past the open entrance. The familiar briar labyrinth was the first to greet him, walled by pale crenellated curtain walls on both sides…
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- 18th Day of the 7th MoonThe Heir of Winterfell He was to be a father. Not only that but there was also another sibling on the way. The news left him happy and worried in equal measure, even more than before. That was far from his only worry - his father's departure had him fretting even before the ominous revelations dropped at the last moment. Many things made chilling sense after that fateful morning; the usually calm and placid Lord of Winterfell had begun making quick and daring moves, and…
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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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- 27th Day of the 6th MoonTyrion Lannister, Castle Black His boots crunched as they stepped over the crushed gravel atop the walkway. Tywin Lannister's youngest son was cold - the thick, fur-lined cloak and the layers of wool and leather couldn't truly fight off the vicious icy winds cutting at his face and pulling up his clothes like an insistent lover. The sun peaked between the turbulent clouds above, but its rays scarcely provided any warmth. Pissing off the top of the Wall had proven a…
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- 14th Day of the 6th MoonRobert Baratheon, somewhere in the North It was dark still, though the barest hint of reddish orange glimmered on the eastern horizon, soon to herald the arrival of the morn. Yet there was not a hint of sleepiness within Robert, and he felt his body brimming with vigour despite the early wake. He stood atop his black destrier, Storm, as the chilling gales battered his face; a hooded fur-lined cloak protected his back and neck well enough. The North was a hardy place, old and…
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- 6th Day of the 6th MoonJon Snow A sigh tore from his mouth as he stared at the varnished ebony poles that held the tent's ceiling. His sire's luxurious tent, then his father's and now his. The smell of last night's coupling still lingered in the air. Albeit somewhat awkward at the start, Val had been as wild as a shadowcat, and his back still ached from where her nails had dug into his flesh, but it wasn't painful enough to bother him. This was the second time he was 'stolen'. Truthfully, Val…
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- 2nd Day of the 6th MoonBenjen Stark, Castle Black Othor, Bannen, Ulmer, Ebben, and Thoren Smallwood. Five good rangers had died under his command. It was no fault of his own but a small mercy - it did not change the facts. At least their mission was a success, for all it could have been a terrible disaster. Eight days. It had taken the ranging party eight days to return to the Wall. As much as Benjen wanted to rush along, they were wounded, battered, and weary; it had been a miracle that they made…
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- 28th Day of the 5th MoonLord Beron Dustin He stretched lazily and groaned. Most of his joints were still stiff, his body was heavy, and his head was pulsing. The guest quarters in the Guest House weren't the most luxurious, but the feathered beds were good enough. No, the feeling of stiffness was from the feast. Ah, that glorious feast, a perfect wedding if he had seen one! Ale had flowed like a river, and Beron feasted his eyes and hungry belly upon the generous courses. At least he still…
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- 27th Day of the 5th MoonEdmure Tully, the North After the narrow causeway of the Neck, the kingsroad had dwindled to two winding dirt tracks, surrounded by endless hills and forests. "I can barely feel my arse anymore," Kirth Vance groaned. "After so much riding, it must have taken the shape of the saddle. I hope all the coin spent buying two dozen more palfreys from Lord Vypern and this mad rush is worth it." Edmure's backside and legs felt much the same, together with the rest of his weary body,…
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