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3rd Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Samwell Tarly It was nearly three hundred miles from Oldtown to Horn Hill by road, a hard stretch even in fair weather. The already long journey was lengthened further by rainy days and mud-soaked roads. His palfrey had broken its leg in the mud, and Sam had to ride the spare donkey, a slow and stubborn beast that liked to bite and kick. The crippled horse was discarded, sold for meat to the nearest inn for a few silver stags. They had left the road on the sixth…-
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Winterfell A throne could not have two kings, just like a castle could not have two lords, Cregan Stark knew. Yet there were two claimants to the Iron Throne now, both with crowns placed atop their heads and dragons under their command, and thus the Seven Kingdoms were at war. The Starks knew the folly of raising a host to fight dragons, for those who did would often get consumed by the flames. Harren the Black had perished in his stone stronghold, melted…-
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14th of June, 1992, SundayJuno Being prepared for years to do something was a far cry from actually doing the thing. Being the head of House Black was exhausting in a way that studying or practising magic couldn't compare. Her future now rested on her shoulders; the legacy of House Black was what she made it, and there was nobody else to take responsibility. Each of her actions and decisions were no longer restricted but felt infinitely more complicated. Each success would be her doing, and…-
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258 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess There had been no chance to speak with her grandfather, to gauge his reaction and try to confide in him. While Aegon the Unlikely was a busy king, he wasn’t too hard to meet. But Rhaella couldn’t meet him, no matter how much she wished to, despite being a princess of the blood and his only granddaughter. The chambers of the Maidenvault were flush with velvet tapering and gilded furniture, an empty luxury meant to entertain Baelor’s sisters for…-
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5th December 1992, Saturday (1 day later)Diana Taylor The cold Scottish air tickled her nose, numbed and raw by the freezing winds. The morning runs were quite the challenge at the start, but a few months later, Diana found it easier. Had she been running alone, Diana would have given up within the week, but with Harry, Juno, and the Carrow twins, the morning runs flew by rather quickly amid the panted conversations. Getting up so early never got easier, though. At least Harry was running in front,…
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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 Pale Knight His plan was simple. Get a chance to interrogate Septon Ambrose when he sneaks into the Silver Rose, or when he leaves. The quartermaster indeed snuck into the brothel, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face entirely. Most importantly, he was on…
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5th Day of the 8th Moon, 299 ACVal, the Northern Mountains Something was wrong. Her husband stiffened, and the hairs on her neck all stood up. All the direwolves halted in an eerie harmony like an invisible hand had frozen them in their step. Ghost was the first to move. His enormous form crouched low, with his snout pointed towards the cloudy sky. His maw opened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, but no sound came out. Yet, whilst Ghost may have been mute, his pack was not. The deafening howl…-
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21st of June 1993Monday (6 days later)Sirius Black He felt apprehensive about meeting with his old friend for the first time in over a decade. After Wormtail's betrayal, a grain of doubt lingered in Sirius's mind. For how long had Peter spied on them for Voldemort? Was it since they were in school? Did he ever truly know him? What about Remus? Sirius was unsure if his apprehension stemmed from meeting his friend after so long, or if he was just miffed it had taken a year and a half to finally get word…
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259 AC, the Last Hearth The Wandering Bastard He had guessed right. The Lord of Last Hearth was indeed hosting a feast for the first nameday of his grandson, Jon Umber. The future Greatjon could now fit comfortably in Jon’s arms, but his wails were just as booming. Hoarfrost Umber was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered like a boar and towering a whole head over most men, just like his grandson would in the future. He looked like half a giant, too, with a shaggy grey beard hiding most of his…
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark Riding a dragon was nothing like riding a horse. He could feel the Bronze Fury’s smugness as his draconic wings parted the clouds with their strokes, as if to say, ‘I knew you could not avoid me forever.’ And now, Jon was flying. Not dwelling in the mind of a bird, but soaring in the skies on dragonback. Vermithor’s wings were drumming rhythmically, each mighty beat overcoming the swift winds, allowing Jon to travel at a speed he never thought possible. It was a…
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