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The End of AutumnSansa Stark, Winterfell Sansa wept when Bran died. She cried when they said her father had perished in the Narrow Sea and that her eldest brother was poisoned, his fate in the hands of the Stranger. Even when word arrived that her father still lived and that Robb survived, the feeling of sorrow and loss lingered. So, Sansa had promised herself she would cry no more because it solved nothing. She didn't cry when Winterfell was besieged. No tears were shed when a third of the Godswood…- 671.1 K • Completed
- 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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- Eddard Stark "Lord Stark," his friend greeted him with a smile, and Ned finally felt some relief. Howland Reed was still a head shorter than him and slim like all the other crannogmen. A slight brown stubble sported on his chin, and his signature bronze scaleshirt peeked beneath his dark-green cloak. "It's Ned for you, Howland. Did you come alone?" "Five of my men are in Wintertown," Howland supplied before looking around the bustling with training guardsmen yard. He carefully leaned in and…
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- Helena Ravenclaw seemed far less chatty than the Nearly Headless Nick; she silently hovered over them with a forlorn gaze. From time to time, she would turn to the Slytherin table and scowl at the Bloody Baron, who was as gaunt and terrifying as usual. Harry finished his dinner with a slice of treacle tart, and his gaze wandered around his table - the Ravenclaws weren't even half as boisterous as the Gryffindors. It wasn't a bad thing - there was far less chatter, and a few more curious ones glanced his…
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- 31st October, 1992Juno She hissed the moment her fingers touched the yew wand and quickly dropped it. The pain lingered, and an angry dark splotch sat where the skin had contacted the wood. Even trying to grip it through the three-folded fabric of her sleeve sent jolts of pain, but she ignored the unpleasant feeling and started pouring her magic for a Wand-lighting Charm. The moment her magic reached the wand, Juno screamed. The wand cluttered on the floor, but her body was numb as jolts of agony…
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- "The whore on Dragonstone is not the threat. No more than Rowan and those traitors in the Reach. The danger is my uncle. Once Daemon is dead, all those fools flying our sister's banners will run back to their castles and trouble us no more." -Aemond Targaryen The Greens gained momentum after the Sacking of Tumbleton. It was said that Maelor's brutal death had awoken a terrible anger in the young Prince Daeron, for he had ordered the inhabitants of the market town put to the sword—even the women…
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- 13th Day of the 8th MoonEddard Stark He couldn't help but feel disappointed at Robert's bored indifference. Where was his friend who would daringly leap head-first into every fray, voice booming and warhammer swinging? Truth be told, Ned had suspected the Night's Watch plea would fall on deaf ears within the council, but he harboured the tiniest smidgeon of hope that the king would leap at the chance of fighting. Alas, the Lord of Winterfell was met with profound disappointment instead. The lauded…
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- 5th Day of the 5th Moon, 299 ACDaario Naharis, Northern Myrish Heartland. "We found 'em," Mero, the Captain of the Second Sons, came to their weathered camp with a posse of his sellswords. "Who did you find?" Daario Naharis asked, stroking his painted beard. "Was it another group of rebels? Or perhaps some of the fools that aid them?" "I found both," Mero said, and a savage smile spread across his scarred face, reminding Daario of a crimson ape from the Summer Isles with his long, bushy, gold-red…
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- 258 AC, Harrenhal The Young Princess Rhaella did not like to travel. Though, her desires mattered little—being princess of the blood was more about duty than anything else. It was late afternoon when they arrived at the great castle of Harrenhal, puffing like thirsty oxen beneath the sweltering heat. The air had grown so hot that even the wind felt scalding. For good or ill, Harren’s charred castle provided respite from the merciless summer sun. Rhaella did not know if it was the infamous…
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- 7th Day of the 5th MoonRobert Baratheon This was the life he had always been missing. Ned by his side, enjoying everything the kingdoms had to offer together! Well, almost everything - his friend seemed to take his marriage vows quite seriously now; Robert would have thought him made out of stone if Eddard hadn't sired a bastard all those years ago. Ah, his Ned was lucky: Catelyn had a heart of gold to accept another woman's child under her roof; Robert still remembered how Cersei subtly threatened to…
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