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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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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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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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14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least where small matters were concerned. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an old hand at managing publicity, whether good or bad, and balancing the department heads and the warlock-lords of the Wizengamot. Dislodging him from the seat of a Minister was by no means easy, nor was it as simple as she had first thought. To…-
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Into the swing of the war against the Reach, King Tommen Lannister and King Patrek Mallister slowly found themselves pushed back by the consolidated armies of the Reach. Even the Sundering barely gave pause to the war. With the Iron Islands under the control of Hightower, iron and trade goods from the North flowed freely into the Reach more than into the Riverlands and the Westerlands. If the war had happened two decades earlier, the results might have been different, but the War of the Five Kings and…
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7th of October 1994, Friday (13 days later) The Aspirant The morning greeted them with its typical British weather. The wind howled through the treetops as rain poured down endlessly, soaking the already damp Scottish Highlands further. The pathway from the carriage to the castle had turned into a muddy river, nigh impossible to cross. “If it’s not the cold, it’s the rain,” Adeline muttered sourly, glancing through the windows of their shared dorm. Originally, the carriage had more than…
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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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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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17th Day of the 10th Moon, 303 AC Myrcella Baratheon Wary servants moved like scared rabbits, their feet uncertain, their eyes ever glancing upward, as though the very sky might crack open and rain fire upon them. The lords and ladies were little better, their grim faces joyless, and their earlier confidence shattered. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold had settled over Winterfell. Myrcella saw it plainly. It was not snow that drove folk away from the courtyards, nor the shortening…
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24th of February, Friday 1995 (7 days later) Harry His eyelids felt like lead. The cold seeped through his limbs, enveloping him in a numbing, frigid embrace as his lungs screamed for air. A thought saw his head enveloped in a translucent bubble, and he took a deep, shuddering breath. His senses underwater were clouded, and even his magic flowed a fraction slower. Deep inside his mind, the dark phoenix shrieked, loudly announcing his discontent. Underneath a handful of glowing stones that served…
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