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1st of November 1993, Monday (1 day later) Galloway Forest ??? A hooded figure drifted through the morning mist like a wraith, gliding into what looked like a large encampment, entirely unbothered by her surroundings. It was a woman—the heavy black cloak failed to hide the shapely figure underneath completely. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, the aquiline nose poking out of the hood wrinkling with disdain as she looked around. Over seventy camping tents and pavilions were strewn…-
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4th Day of the 12th MoonThe First Ranger, Outside the Wall Benjen had hoped otherwise, but his nephew and Maester Aemon were proven right - the wights were real, and the brothers liked it little. Regardless, they sallied out, prepared to fight them and relieve the fort. They had to abandon their steeds; none of the horses wanted to get close to the tide of wights drowning the wooden fort. The hounds were much the same. Fighting in the night was messy. The lights of the torches and fires blurred…-
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27th Day of the 4th Moon, 299 ACThe Young Wolf, Lannisport When he dreamt of the Oakheart army retreating, Robb was wroth. Even more so when the scouts confirmed it when he woke up, and his irritation spiked once more when he saw the siege of Lannisport abandoned with his own eyes at noon. He did not even stop to admire the enormous Casterly Rock looming nearby, casting a dark shadow over his army. All the enemy scouts on the way were caught by the clansmen like Liddle and Knot, who seemed to be at…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Thank you, Jasen,” she said, nodding to the innkeeper as he personally brought over the trays laden with a hearty fare. He gave her a bright smile. “It’s my honour, m’lady princess. Fret not, I won’t tell a single word.” After bowing so deeply that his jowls jiggled vigorously, the plump man retreated, leaving behind a table groaning under the weight of the feast. He had even brought over proper first-course…-
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2nd Day of the 5th Moon Davos Seaworth, the Isle of Driftmark Stannis had taken his sweet time to come to a decision, and more than a moon later, they were finally here. “Driftmark is yours, my lord,” Monford Velaryon bowed deeply. The Lord of the Tides was a handsome, tall man garbed in green silk with fair hair and purple eyes. There was no woman next to him, and if Davos remembered correctly, his wife had died after a bad miscarriage a handful of years ago. According to the rumours he…
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18th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 ACCatelyn Stark Praying at the Sept no longer brought her comfort. Gone were the smell of incense and songs of soft prayer, and the bright-coloured windows were now dull. The small sept was no longer used as a shed now that the siege had ended, but Septon Chayle, Septa Mordane, and their novices had yet to return. Catelyn didn't know if they ever would, for neither war nor the cold was merciful. Once again, she was alone here, for nobody else in Winterfell was a devout…
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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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7th of June 1992 Sunday Lucius Malfoy returned home feeling drained. It was just early morning, but wrangling with Albus Dumbledore on the back foot was never easy. His wife was awaiting him in the parlour, garbed in an elegant black velvet dress slashed with silver that brought out her ample chest. The table behind her had a hearty breakfast that made his mouth water. "How is it?" Narcissa asked, impassive, her eyes sliding over to his left sleeve. Lucius rubbed his robed forearm, where the…
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13th of June, Saturday, 1992 "I want the Quidditch Cup in my office next June!" Slughorn looked extremely disappointed that morning as the Slytherins prepared to depart. "What happened this year is absolutely unacceptable." With the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams gutted, the Cup would have been decided between the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuff had clenched the Quidditch Cup by a hair's breadth, their first victory in nearly two decades. "Yes, Professor," Marcus…
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260 AC, Sunspear Doran Martell gently poked at his brother's cheek and received an unhappy yowl. Oberyn's black eyes glared at him in resentment as his chubby hands tried to slap the offending finger away. He had the same olive skin that all members of House Nymeros Martell boasted, and had a restless streak a mile wide. Smiling despite himself, the Prince of Dorne allowed his hand to be pushed away for a moment. When Oberyn's hands grew tired and fell to his sides, he reached out and gently…
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