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11th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Shireen Since her greyscale was gone, Shireen's appetite had returned with a vengeance. She hungered for meat most of all, and no single portion seemed enough. At first, she forced herself to eat sparingly, fearing she might grow soft and round, like Lady Cerwyn, but such restraint only left her belly aching with protest. Maester Wolkan had called it a growth spurt, so she had allowed herself bacon, cheese, and eggs, and ate them with relish. Today was no…-
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19th of November 1994 Saturday (6 days later) Juno The intent to battle was so thick she could almost taste it. Her gaze roamed about the Chamber, and she gave a slight nod. Spellfire fluttered across its length, illuminating everything in myriad colours as the club members duelled with fervour. The air was thick with the whistling of magic and the students’ laboured breathing. But there were no incantations. Even their youngest members could now fight silently, each spell coming out smooth and…-
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The winter that began at the tail end of the Year 303 After Aegon's Conquest was the coldest in recorded history. It was said that even in Dorne, stone would crack open from the fierce chill. The cruel cold lasted two and a half years, with only three to four warm moons of respite a year. The snow in the Riverlands has been said to reach thirty feet tall, collapsing the roofs over the heads of many of the surviving smallfolk who had yet to flee further south. From Starfall to Sunspear, the world was…
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9th Day of the 11th MoonGarlan Tyrell, somewhere on the Rose Road "The Lannisters are not our foes," his father pointed out righteously. "Eddard Stark is an honourable man. He would never conspire against His Grace." Garlan had to give it to the Lord of Storm's End; he knew how to stay composed, although the knight could feel Renly's patience was dwindling. Loras and the king's youngest brother had caught up to them yesterday, just a few days from Bitterbridge. Now, they were resting under a green…-
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5th day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark A dark-bronze wing lashed out, and Doren backed away quickly but not quickly enough to avoid being showered in snow. When the saddlemaker approached again, measuring tape in hand, Stormstrider growled at Jon. The king smacked his scaly snout with enough strength to snap the jaw shut. "Bare your fangs at me again, and I'll knock them down your gullet," Jon warned, voice glacial. The purple drake huffed at him all the same, chest swelling like a scaly…
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20th Day of the 5th MoonVal Val thought she knew the cold well. She was born here, in the cold dark forests and raised and grown amidst ice and snow. Yet, when she took a breath, it was so cold it burned, and her mare, obedient and calm Mara, was neighing uneasily beneath her, struggling against the reins for the first time Val could remember. No, it was not the fear of seeing icy horrors from the tales of old crawling into existence before her own eyes. It wasn't the high-pitched, keening…
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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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??? As twilight fell, a cloaked figure appeared in a little village nestled between the folds of the Swiss Alps. He strolled between the winding cobbled streets, though none of the villagers seemed to notice his presence, even though his black cloak fluttered and shifted with each step he made. In turn, the figure had not glanced at the villagers even once, as if they were no more important than ants on the roadside. Light faded as the last rays of the sun sank, casting the cloudy sky in deep…
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1st Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACSansa Stark, The fields outside Winterfell With the armies taking the field, Sansa found herself unable to remain idle in the encampment. Today was the culmination of months of plotting and planning, countless sleepless nights of unease. Today, House Stark would rise again to its rightful place or perish. If Jon lost… Sansa would follow him in death. Steeling herself, she marched to the makeshift stable where her mare rested. She saw two familiar faces there,…
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Lord Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his…
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