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259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone, commanded by Lord Valarr Velaryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Even a day later, the merchant who had tipped off Ser Denys had yet to be found. Rhaella suspected that such would never come to pass, and even if by some stroke of fortune the king’s men arrested him, he would not know a thing himself. That did not particularly surprise her. Perhaps the master of laws and the master of whispers were working fervently on the matter and had found more, but those things would not reach her ears. On the…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of amethysts, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards the cold and sinister rather than the beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The House of the Dragon was no different from a charred wreck. Her cousin Maegor had been drowning himself in wine and Tyroshi brandy ever since that day, and she had only seen him once, as drunk as a man could ever be, swaying on the way to his quarters. For good or ill, her brother had remained in his quarters, still refusing to leave or see anyone. Would her grandfather truly wed another woman? Rhaella could not say whether those words were spoken…
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1st of June 1992, Monday Harry His nightmares continued. Once or twice a week, Harry would awaken in a cold sweat. Compared to his previous life, the dreams were painless and foggy, and he couldn't remember anything. Except for a pair of malevolent red eyes. Alas, asking Hermione or Dumbledore for help and advice was no longer an option. After consulting with Madam Pomfrey and sifting through the library, he concluded that they were just regular nightmares. Even his attempts to clear his mind…-
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The exact origin of King Jon Stark is greatly disputed, but most scholars agree that he is King Viserys’s son. Some claim he’s a dragonseed left by Jaehaerys in his royal progressions in the North, but they offer little proof. Nothing is known about King Jon’s childhood or dwelling, and the first record of him is in Ashcove, in the final months of his father’s reign. Even the King has never spoken of his family, aside from the name of his mother, Lyanna, once mentioned in the trial of…-
191.3 K • Completed
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka 259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard “This is bloody slow,” Tormund groaned, looking at the winding queue that disappeared into the gatehouse before them. They had barely moved ten yards in the last half an hour, and his squire had begun to grow…
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259 AC, The Trident The Wandering Bastard “Greetings. I am Jon Snow of the North.” He motioned towards Tormund, who obediently remained silent. “And this is my squire.” It was not a lie, but it was far from the whole truth. But the truth would do him no good and beggar belief. Jon had contemplated offering up a lie, building up some ambiguous background of a noble scion from a decaying but prestigious house, but had quickly thought the better of it. After all, he had already introduced…
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130 AC Rhaena Targaryen Visenya’s crown was a small, delicate circle of gold, otherwise plain and unadorned. The crown of the most notorious queen in the realm—until Rhaenyra, at least. Visenya was whispered to be a dangerous sorceress at best and, at worst, a kinslayer and kingslayer for killing her royal nephew. Her support for Maegor was not something Jaehaerys the Conciliator had forgotten, nor was it something he had forgiven. Thus, Visenya was a dangerous name. The eldest sister…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Was this choice any choice at all? Could she ever stay in the Red Keep and watch dragons grow, without ever being allowed to claim one? “Why are they caged, grandfather?” she asked instead. Aegon’s face darkened. “There were six hatchlings at first. The sixth drakeling was a small, misshapen thing with its wings feeble and undeveloped. Its clutchmates pounced on it before I could even move, tearing it apart in moments. They have…
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