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Eleventh Moon, 169 AC Daeron Even now, months after it had all happened, I was still in immense disbelief that I had even found myself in this situation. How had it even come to this? No seriously, how. I had started out my new life as Daeron II with one key goal in mind. I would make Daena fall in love with me and take her as my wife, possibly getting Daemon Blackfyre as our heir after Baelor hopefully died just like in canon as a result of the scandal. I would then place Daena on the throne and rule…- 65.9 K • Ongoing
- Eleventh Moon, 169 AC The Most Devout “I’m sorry? Did I hear that right?” Raynard of the Most Devout couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. The Hand, Prince Viserys, was as stern as ever but even Raynard could see that he wanted to be anywhere else but here. His niece and grandson however, had a firm and demanding look on their faces as they nodded. “You did, Excellency. What do you say Your Holiness? Do we have your blessing?” Princess Daena said. “I see no reason to refuse!” the High…
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First Month, 972 ARR (28 BBY) Anakin After years of training and ceaseless tests to prove his worth, Anakin’s Master had finally deemed him ready to make his own lightsaber. Anakin absolutely couldn’t wait to get started. Lightsaber training had always been one of his favorite parts of his Sith training and he had daydreamed for years on what designs and materials he would use for his lightsabers, maximizing all his mechanical expertise to make the best lightsabers possible for the lightsaber forms…- 40.4 K • Ongoing
- First Month, 971 ARR (29 BBY) Anakin Anakin watched appraisingly as C-3PO deftly navigated through the same obstacle course he had once struggled with. The upgraded servomotors and joints allowing him to jump and run freely through the course with ease before he removed blasters, flamethrowers, and other weapons from within his hidden compartments to cut down the other fodder droids Anakin had thrown into the course as his opponents. As he did so, he would constantly apologize to his victims and bemoan…
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- Ninth Moon, 171 AC Viserys Viserys was suddenly jarred from his thoughts as the doors to the Small Council chambers slammed wide open and his eldest niece stomped in. “How are the preparations for our war with Dorne proceeding?” Her voice was demanding, loud, and boisterous, and there was a determined glare in her eyes that made it clear she expected satisfactory answers and soon. It was times like this that reminded Viserys exactly why he hadn’t wanted Daena to become Queen. She rarely even attended…
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- Fifth Moon, 170 AC Naerys Targaryen As she cooed over her infant grandsons, Naerys couldn’t help but think that they almost made it all worth it. Almost. She had dismissed all the nursemaids for this, deciding to give them a break from three wailing babes for a while and wanting to spend time alone with her grandsons. As she held Daemon, Baelor, and Maekar in her arms in turns, swapping out one for another before singing the next to sleep with hymns about the Seven, she did her best to convince…
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