Chapters
Sixth Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) The Courtier Court was no longer a wondrous place to Lady Marianne Vance. The once peaceful and idyllic Summerhall had become dour and grey, a specter of darkness and war looming overhead. The attack on the Targaryen family had shocked the whole of the Riverlands, none more than the people of Summerhall itself. Enemy assassins had walked in their midst, eaten their food, drunk their wine, and slept in their inns. They had plotted and schemed against their royal house, and if…- 230.7 K • Ongoing
- First Moon, 110 AD (9 AC) The Legionary There was an ancient stone bridge crossing the Mander River with a humble town and keep commanding the bridge. Rather unimaginatively, the bridge and its adjacent castle-town were both simply named Stonebridge, ruled by one House Caswell. Varos couldn’t help but snort at that plain name. He was Tribune of the Third Legion’s Seventh Cohort, in the Royal Army of House Targaryen and his fellow commanding officer was Tribune Addam of the Third’s Tenth Cohort.…
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- Eleventh Moon, 110 AD (9 AC) The Gardener Hopeless. That is what the situation had become. Simply hopeless. Sometimes Mern couldn’t help but curse the Seven. Why had their Faith called them up into this pointless war? Why had they ever been so foolish as to think they stood a chance? The Targaryens were advancing on all fronts. The North had been devastated for their own actions against the Targaryens and had fallen into civil war, their allies in the Westerlands and the Vale had long since been…
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- Third Moon, 112 AD (11 AC) The Warg King “There there, I’m happy that we could come to… an understanding,” Brandon said slyly. Wrapped in his arms, Lady Jonelle Hornwood nodded slowly, her mind becoming foggy and affectionate as the bond solidified between them. “You understand now right my dear? The North needs a strong hand to bring it back from the brink; to save it from all the debauchery and violence it has had to endure these past four years. It needs, me.” “Yes, yes you are…
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- Sixth Moon, 116 AD (15 AC) The King of Hardhome He sighed in honest, earnest relief, when they finally set sight on Hardhome. It had been a terrifying few months, filled with more fear than he’d felt in fourteen years, since the last time he’d been in the presence of a dragonlord. Just as he knew they always would, the Targaryens had finally come for the North, for Brandon Snow, and the sheer scale of the brutality and savagery unleashed by both sides was unreal. Tyrannical heathen dragonlords and…
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- Ninety-seven years after the Doom of Valyria (AD) and five years before what would have been the date of Aegon’s coronation in Oldtown in another time and world (BC). First Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Aegon Targaryen Aegon stirred from his slumber as the rays of the rising sun slowly peeked through the gaps in the curtains and lit up the room. He sighed a little, knowing that he had to leave the comfort of his warm bed to start the day. As he made to try and get up from bed however, his sleep-addled mind finally…
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- Tenth Moon, 122 AD (21 AC) The King of Hardhome The past six years had been some of the hardest in Loren’s life. He had thought adjusting to the harsh cold life on the Wall after decades in the royal golden splendor of Casterly Rock had been difficult but Hardhome had been a whole new level of difficulty. The cold bit and gnawed into his bones worse than it ever had on the Wall, and food was scarce and hard to come by. Farming was difficult and hard in the lands of Storrold’s Point, now renamed…
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- Third Moon, 118 AD (17 AC) Aegon “Magnificent, aren’t they Your Grace?” the handler asked excitedly. The man in question was one of the many demands he had made of Volantis as the annual tribute for staying out of the wars in Essos. He had asked that they send him a few of their most capable elephant handlers and trainers in advance before he had conquered the North, anticipating that they would soon be very necessary. “They are indeed,” Aegon could not help but admit, feeling even a little…
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- Third Moon, 116 AD (15 AC) Aegor “He’s just so adorable, isn’t he?” Rhaena said as she fawned over their son in the nursery. Aegor couldn’t help but agree as he ran his hands through the faint wisps of silver-gold hair on his son’s head and drank in the sight of those innocent purple eyes. His eyes, or as they should have been if one had not been torn out and replaced with cold, hard emerald long ago. It had taken him countless years to accept that maiming, that disability, yet as he beheld…
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- Eighth Moon, 109 AD (8 AC) Aegor The glass candle flared to life, an unpleasant bright light that sparked seemingly out of thin air rising from the top of a twisted piece of red obsidian, with dark sharp edges. The colors became all strange. White became as bright as freshly fallen snow, yellow gleamed like the gold of the Rock, reds burned like flames, and shadows were devouring black holes that consumed everything around them. All around the room, Aegor saw several other lights flare to life and twist…
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