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The presence of a common enemy, especially one so dangerous, opens doors that would have been otherwise forever closed. I never thought I would bear witness to such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or even two of the wayward masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king…-
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22nd Day of the 9th Moon Sarella Sand, Sunspear Her eyes studied the painting on the wall. It depicted Nymeria, the Warrior Queen and her ancestor, clad in lobstered steel below her neck, with a bared face shining in resolve amidst a battle over a river crossing. It was a fine painting, painted by a master’s hand, with its colours so vivid it nearly looked real. Yet now, Sarella was irked by it. The canvas had done nothing wrong except to show the queen wearing too much steel. The…-
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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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? Harrion Karstark Once upon a time, Harrion would have said that an ignoble death or torture were the worst fates in the world. He was wrong. Death would be sweet relief, no matter how ignoble, and torture would be painful, aye. But it would make him feel alive before dying. What was death but just an end? Harrion longed for death; he dreamt of it. But it was denied to him. Only darkness. Darkness and silence in the black depths of Mooton's Pink Keep in Maidenpool. The dungeons were…
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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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??? The Betrayed Lord Commander He woke up enveloped in a cool, pleasant sensation. The terrifying chill threatening to consume his very being was gone. Was this the afterlife? Jon cracked his eyes open, and the curtain of light greeted him again. ‘I am still in the heart of winter.’ But why was the burning cold gone? It had even stopped snowing. His body no longer felt like it was about to turn into one giant icicle, and Jon felt… well. It was as if he had…
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