“I dreamt… many things,” she murmured, eyes turning murky. “The seasons keep turning, and the long summer draws near…”
“Then, can you tell me?” Rhaella pressed. “What will become of me?”
The woodswitch raised her head, and her eyes were now clear but full of pity.
“Knowing will do you no good, princess.”

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

Broken Dreams

24.Interlude-A Master Marksman

by Gladiusx

2 Comments

Rodrigus
Dec 26, '25 at 5:42 am
Thank you for the chapter and Merry Christmas!
He studied the men before him. Four bore the nine black bats of Whent on their plain surcoats, and two sported the frog of Vypren, mail peeking underneath and coating their sleeves all the way to the elbow. Combined with their half-helmets, short swords on their belts, a spear, and an iron-rimmed shield on their backs, it made for the standard (grab) for men-at-arms.
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Shannon
Jan 5, '26 at 9:16 am
Loved it.

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