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260AC, The Isle of Faces The White Bull Life was fragile. From the gallant knights who had seen battle to the humble hunters who made a living in the forest, or even the street rats that fought with mutts for scraps in some city’s gutter, they all knew it. For those who knew how, it took very little to kill a man. With those wounds, no healer within a full day's travel, no medicine, and not even proper shelter, Jon Snow should have been a dead man. That was half the reason Ser Gerold had not…-
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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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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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Late 259 AC, The Red Keep The Unlikely King “Why are you all so silent now?” he demanded as all of his councillors shrank into their chairs. Three days had passed since word of the terrible defeat at Greenstone had reached the city. And just this morning, a raven had arrived from Estermont, bringing dark words. A traitor had opened the postern gate, allowing the Essosi into the castle, and the fall of Greenstone was a matter of time. Perhaps it had already fallen by the time Aegon laid…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden “Did you hear? Weeping Town has been sacked!” “Weeping Town? How’d that even get attacked? Isn’t that over in the Reach?” “It’s in the Stormlands, Marge, south of the Rainwood and facing the Sea of Dorne.” Branda perked up as she wolfed down the last of her venison pie, listening closer to the talk in the kitchens. Hearsay in the kitchen moved faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of 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 My uncle once told me that reputation, no matter how resounding or reliable, is never ironclad, and the young and foolish me did not believe him. Today, I was proven wrong. A kindly-looking man was invited to the meeting by a dark-faced Veasyr Valaeno. “Respected Magisters,” the…
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The Pale Bastard The last few days were dull, but Jon did not drop his guard in the slightest. He even took off the weirwood beads for the first time. His heart skipped a beat, but no whisper came to haunt his thoughts. His mind felt lighter, and after a night of hesitation, he shoved them into his travel pack. The sense of danger in the air grew by the day, and he had his men and squires practice to stay sharp. They stood night watch in shifts of two each night, and Jon regretted not bringing Shadow on…
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The captains of the gates have all developed the same distasteful habit of closing their eyes when a purse finds its way into their hands, regardless of the items smuggled into the city. If the purse is heavy enough, they might even help instead. Even old, seasoned knights like Ser Banon Longwaters do the same, though the purse must be twice as hefty to make them close their eyes, as if their experience and honour demand a heftier reward for their discretion. Aside from that, not one of them seems to…
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