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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 & Ash 259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden Rick is rather eager to go to war, now that Father has agreed to sit as castellan in Winterfell. They say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell—as if I’m not one! Still, I can’t help but be a bit worried, even if the…-
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15th Day of the 9th Moon, 303 AC Damion Lannister, Braavos He had never been a large man, nor broad of shoulder, but age had shrunken him all the same. Perhaps it was some hidden ailment, or he had displeased the gods somehow, but at eight-and-fifty, Ser Damion Lannister stood scarcely five and a half feet, his limbs turned to kindling twigs, his knees trembling like old reeds in the wind. The strength he had once carried into the lists, the pride he bore in the melee of his youth, had long since…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Weary King He was a man twice wed now, now to a younger, more beautiful wife than Betha, but it did not make him feel any better. Even though he knew the necessity of the act, guilt coiled in his belly like a cold, serpentine knot that left him feeling restless all over. Worse, he had found some joy in the young woman in his bed, and it felt like the greatest betrayal. When the door slid open, the red, slender figure marched into his solar, finding him pacing across…
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23rd Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Daenerys Targaryen, Harrenhal "Aegon and Daenerys Targaryen are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever!" And now, Daenerys was a woman thrice wed, in this stuffy old sept nestled into Harrenhal's enormous courtyard. A statue loomed from above at each of the six pillars, their cold faces staring down at her with judgment. She raised her chin higher. Why would the Blood of the Dragon answer to gods, let alone men? Alas, wedding rites had to be observed…
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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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259 AC The Crownlands The Pale Knight Jon had always known the reign of the Unlikely was far from smooth, but witnessing the trouble and woe of the land with his own eyes was far different from reading lifeless words inked down on a page. Even the North in his day was never completely worry-free with its vast territory, the wildling raids, and the danger of Ironmen threatening the western shores and pirates plaguing the eastern shores, but the situation left him feeling aghast. The…
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Time ticked by as he enjoyed his ice cream and carefully listened to his Transfiguration professor. His gaze wandered to the street, searching for young, familiar faces. He recognised quite a few, but there were plenty of unfamiliar ones. That didn't mean much, though. Beyond those of his year, the Quidditch teams, and the DA, Harry barely knew other Hogwarts students. "Your father and his friends gave me a lot of my grey hairs," Minerva said with a drawn-out sigh as she finished the last of her…-
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The world beneath the waves was the opposite of the bare hills of Dragonstone. The cold embrace of the water was soothing, and the underwater was illuminated by the dancing rays of sunlight streaming through the surface above. The rocky seabed was dotted by jagged spirals of black volcanic stone, veiled in forests of swaying kelp that fluttered like the green banners of long-forgotten kings. Eels weaved in between, their milky white eyes inspecting him…-
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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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