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    • 6.Dancing with Death6.Dancing with Death

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      by Gladiusx 258 AC, the Red Keep The Young Princess  Rhaella woke up, back soaked in a cold sweat again. This time, she had dreamed of torn throats and pools of blood. And the screams still echoed in her mind. Her own screams, though her voice had been older and far more desperate. The manner of Septa Melona’s death had been covered up, but Septon Manton’s murder was seen by too many to be buried. “By noon, half the city will know a septon was killed in the Red Keep in broad daylight,” her…
    • 4.An Unlikely Path4.An Unlikely Path

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      by Gladiusx 4th Day of the 3d Moon, 303 ACThe Young Dragon Aegon had decided to lead the assault on Storm's End himself, despite Griff's protests. He had remained in the camps during the storming of Gryffin's Roost, and the young king knew he had to prove himself in battle sooner or later. Their plan was relatively simple, but it could have gone very wrong very fast. The fact remained that they needed Storm's End to have a solid grasp over the Stormlands. And if they failed to take it, their whole campaign would…
    • 26.A Daring Step Forward26.A Daring Step Forward

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      by Gladiusx 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…
    • 7.Scheming in the Night7.Scheming in the Night

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      by Gladiusx 258 AC The Young Princess Keep the weirwood close. Rhaella fiddled with her hairpin. Shaped like a dragon’s wing, it shone like polished bone under the lamplight and was warm in her fingers, but did little to ease the tightness in her chest.  Ser Rolland gave her a curt nod and slid the door open. The Hand’s audience chamber was surprisingly cool. It was the most likely place her father could be found when not in court or a small council meeting. Crimson Myrish rugs lined the floor,…
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