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'Year 301 After Aegon's Conquest saw Aegon Blackfyre venture east with ships and basic crews begrudgingly granted to him by Shireen Baratheon. His passage through Lys was met with cold indifference; his presence in Volantis only received hostility from the populace, who blamed him for the city's misfortune and the ruling Archon, who was afraid of being usurped.Many of the Essosi seem to have taken his abandonment of claims upon the Iron Throne as a sign of weakness. Yet time soon showed it was anything…- 671.1 K • Completed
- 12th Day of the 8th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan the Bold Three days of tense anticipation as envoys went back and forth across the Blackwater Rush, yet they still couldn't decide on a neutral ground as a meeting place. A ship, a floating platform hammered in the river, and a hill halfway between the Northern encampment and Aegon's army were dismissed, leaving them with the bridge as the last reasonable option. Barristan Selmy knew the Golden Bridge intimately; he had traversed it hundreds of times; if…
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- 12th Day of the 11th Moon, 299 AC (3 days later)Tyrion Lannister, Tyrosh "Should we join Aegon, m'lord?" Lothor Brune inquired as Tyrion gazed upon the city of Tyrosh from one of the sprawling terraces of the Archon's palace. It had been a difficult three moons, but the marks of war had been mostly erased, and the sprawling streets were flush with former slaves going about their way. "Ah yes, join a Pretender who looks more and more like a Blackfyre by the day against my own family with an army I…
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- The middle of 300 ACSer Garlan Tyrell, Lys "Is it done?" Lynesse asked, her fingers softly tugging on her lyre, filling the air with a slow, sorrowful tune. Clad in flowing red and deep blue silks that were so transparent and tight that they left little of her sinful figure to the imagination, his aunt was a vision that would turn even a half-blind eunuch's head. Pale heart-shaped face adorned by two gleaming sapphires for eyes with pouty cherry-red lips and a little nose, framed by a curtain of…
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- 2nd Day of the 8th Moon, 299 ACKevan Lannister, the Red Keep "Where's Pycelle?" The pale handmaids trembled under his gaze, looking like deer stuck between a rock and a hard place, until one of them bowed her head. "Gone to the Godswood, dragged by the white cloaks, m'lord regent…" Cursing inwardly, Kevan made his way to the old grove, feeling apprehension rising in his chest. The only reason the kingsguard would demand Pycelle's presence in the Godswood was his royal grandnephew, and Joffrey…
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- The End of AutumnSansa Stark, Winterfell Sansa wept when Bran died. She cried when they said her father had perished in the Narrow Sea and that her eldest brother was poisoned, his fate in the hands of the Stranger. Even when word arrived that her father still lived and that Robb survived, the feeling of sorrow and loss lingered. So, Sansa had promised herself she would cry no more because it solved nothing. She didn't cry when Winterfell was besieged. No tears were shed when a third of the Godswood…
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- 20th Day of the 12th Moon, 299 AC (13 Days Later)The Onion Knight, King's Landing There was a risk to every endeavour. Every man who had lived on the edge of the law knew this–Davos more so than most. Smuggling was, in essence, the art of measuring and taking risks. Big risk oft was fortuitous upon success but rarely bereft of consequence. He would know. A knighthood and rising from the muck of Fleabottom–in exchange for a ship full of salt and onions and the fingertips on his left hand. The risk…
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- 22nd Day of the 4th Moon, 299ACMargaery Tyrell, outside of King's Landing Her pregnancy was progressing more than well–the babe was entering the fourth moon, and there were no problems according to the gaggle of maesters her father had dragged along. Motherhood and the birthing bed were daunting, but her mother and grandmother assured her things would be fine. In the end, Margaery tried not to dwell on it. She had other woes to consider; everything else was not as rosy. The war was not going as…
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- The exact origin of King Jon Stark is greatly disputed, but most scholars agree that he is King Viserys’s son. Some claim he’s a dragonseed left by Jaehaerys in his royal progressions in the North, but they offer little proof. Nothing is known about King Jon’s childhood or dwelling, and the first record of him is in Ashcove, in the final months of his father’s reign. Even the King has never spoken of his family, aside from the name of his mother, Lyanna, once mentioned in the trial of…
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- 21st day of the 9th moon, 299 ACMelisandre of Asshai, near a nameless holdfast Unlike the mere stop at Eastwatch in her quest for answers, Melisandre could now rest and look at her surroundings. And see, she did, for the North was different in her eyes. It differed from the lands sprawling Beyond the Wall and the primordial Haunted Forest. The Wolfswood was just as old, but the Northmen had left their trace on it, down to the well-trodden forest paths, the old remnants of ringforts, or the…
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