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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…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- 259 AC, Castle Black The Self-Exiled Prince Seated in a crude chair on the balcony, he basked in the thin Northern sun. Ravens croaked and cawed in a jarring symphony, but his ears had long grown used to the cacophony. Across the ledge, the yells of the drillmaster mingled with the clangour of steel and grunts of recruits and old rangers too bored to do anything but hone their skills. Once upon a time, that would have interested him a tad. Just enough to move to the ledge and observe,…
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2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The weather remained mercurial, the dark clouds choked the skies each day, sometimes spiced with flashes of thunder and a torrent of rain. The year grew to its zenith, yet the expected heat wave had yet to arrive. The new Grand Maester claimed the days were starting to shorten and that fall would soon arrive. Her grandsire’s nameday was fast approaching, and with it, her departure for Sunspear as Rhaella fell into restless…
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- The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for Ron. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of a handful of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter were…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Why is my presence required for something like this?” Her father’s face was unreadable. “You’re no longer a child, Rhaella. Father decided it’s time to see the dispensation of royal justice in all of its grim glory.” A punishment, then. At least she had spared Joanna the indignity, though Melony was by her side, and Genna was seated right behind Aerys on the other side of their parents, shuffling uneasily in her seat. The…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Why are they caged, grandfather?” 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 been viciously snapping at each other since, forcing my hand.” Rhaella reeled. As if to confirm his words, the hatchlings kept growling and hissing…
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- A year passed, and the Yronwood Rebellion showed no signs of abating. Arianne's consort, Ser Brandon Tallhart, proved a skilled warrior and an able leader of men, halting the aggressive Yronwood tactics more than once and even pushing them back at times. The fighting was bloody neither side managed to win a decisive victory. House Martell had planted its roots deep and would not be easily dislodged, even with Doran Martell's numerous missteps and shows of weakness. Yet, Gwyneth Yronwood's hand was…
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- Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 12th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Sarella Sand, the North "We could still turn back," Nymeria whispered, her hands trembling beneath the folds of a heavy green cloak. She was wrapped in layers upon layers of cloth like a newborn babe, but she still shivered. The cold northern wind paid no heed to Dornish finery or womanly grace. Gone were the silks and gauzy cottons they had…
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