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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Dim light slipped through the curtains, the sort that comes when it's still day outside, but the sky was cloudy. The waking world was not much better than the dream. Her limbs had thinned and were now heavy and slow to obey, though her mind was surprisingly clear. Something had also changed in the air, but it was too subtle for Rhaella to pinpoint. Moments after she stirred awake, Pycelle swept into the room, fussing over her and muttering…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr 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 temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry. Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…
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There are many theories about King Jon Stark III's mother. Some more outrageous claims propose that Jon Stark was the fruit of a sordid affair between Queen Rhaella Targaryen and Lord Eddard Stark, but offer no proof. The Breaker himself claims not to know who his mother was, as Lord Eddard Stark passed away before he could tell him. Another popular theory is that his mother was the late Lady Ashara of House Dayne. While this…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Tyrion Lannister "COME OUT!" The roar was like a thunderclap, rolling through the air and striking his head like a hammerblow. His ears were ringing, and his head buzzed with pain. By the time Tyrion managed to fight off the dizziness, a big chunk of the camp was converging towards the dragon, in a nigh unstoppable tide of steel, and the eunuch had already left him without a single care in the world. He scowled inwardly and waddled towards the hill through the…
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- 259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Only once they passed the great causeway of the Neck and the horses set hoof into the Riverlands did Jon Snow feel at ease. A part of him had yearned to stop at Winterfell, to try and enter his former home and meet his grandparents, who were about his age now. Yet Jon knew all too well now was not the time. Any bonds of kinship they had would not be recognised, aye, but he could have still stopped for that promised reward. Yet, it was something else…
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- While Wyman Manderly was said to be the King's right hand, the Queen would be his left. It was as rare as it was unexpected for a monarch to entrust his wife with any of the duties of ruling, let alone the fierce warrior known as the Demon of Winterfell. Yet despite the naysayers, this daring move paid off. Shireen Stark was just and fair like her father before. But unlike Stannis, she made many a friend and was beloved by smallfolk and nobles of 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 some 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 plaguing the western shores, but this matter left him feeling aghast. The Riverlands had its own share of issues gleaned from his…
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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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- 259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Wandering Bastard Jon awoke with a groan. His mouth was dry, and his head pulsed with pain; it was as if his brain pounded against his skull with the eager desire to escape. His limbs felt like they were made of lead, his joints were aching, and there was this irksome itch in his bones. He cracked his eyes open to a ceiling of knapped bones, tied together by twisted reeds and sinew. Mammoth or giant bones, judging by their size. What looked like leather lay above,…
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