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"Another letter to Winterfell, Your Highness?" "Yes, thank you Rendil," Araphant answered the Rookery Master. The past eight months, Araphant had sent quite a few letters north to Lyarra, yet he had received no replies. It was coming to the point that Araphant was wondering if she was perhaps ignoring him as all his letters after his first, informing her that he was to wed soon, had gone unanswered. Araphant did not believe it was the work of any malice either as his letters to Elladan and his other…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 4397 E.L They had failed. Three years of war had seen the Arnorians slowly pushed up the Rhoyne before the advancing Valyrian army. It hadn't helped in the slightest that the Valyrians could attack from Norvos and Qohor as well as Volantis. In many ways, the war had been over the moment Garin had lost, yet still they had fought on. The Arnorian forces had shed their blood, sweat, and tears to defend their allies but with the fall of Ny Sar, the war was all but over. Aragost was very much not looking…
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- Baela Eighth Moon, 113 AC When the morning came, Baela broke her fast before meeting Jacaerys, Luke, and her sister Rhaena at the stables. A platoon of Tide Guard were waiting at the stables with her husband, goodbrother, and sister, easily identifiable by their signature ocean-blue plate and sea-green shirts and cloaks. Luke greeted her with a smile. "Morning Baela. Same horse as yesterday right? I took the liberty of having it saddled in advance for you." Baela raised her eyebrow. "Thank you Luke.…
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- Chapter Text Third Moon, 101 AD (1 BC) Aegon As they approached Seagard, he held Aerion tighter in his arms with a mischievous smile on his face before he urged Balerion into a few sharp turns and sweeping rolls. His son’s excited cheers and shouts lightened Aegon’s heart before they finally came in to land at the castle. “When will Valaena and I be able to fly on our own Father?” Aerion asked him as they dismounted from Balerion and climbed the rope ladder down to the ground from his…
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- Aurane Seventh Moon, 86 AC When High Tide had been built, the solar had been positioned perfectly to allow their lord grandfather to look out the window and see Spicetown in all its glory and splendor nearby. Every day as he worked in the solar seeing to Driftmark's matters, their lord grandfather could look out and see the sight Aurane saw now. A strong and stout set of walls ringed the town, guarding against sea as much as land. Barbicans and portcullises protected their gates. Crenellated battlements…
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- Amroth Amroth watched carefully, his face betraying no emotion as the fire ship approached the enemy fleet. The waves had moved it forward. One of the Greyborn ships moved to board and investigate but the rest continued moving forward. They had the advantage now, sailing downwind. In an ordinary battle, their greater speed would increase their ramming power. But this was no ordinary battle. Turning to the flagship, he observed with baited anticipation as his brother took the steelbow, lit the tip on fire…
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- The Dark Years were a time of despair and weakness. Arnor plummeted from the prosperity, peace, power it had enjoyed and entered an age of strife, struggle, war, weakness. Yet when one hits the bottom, the only place left to go is up. Though dark and full of struggle, the kings in this period ruled with an expectation and hope that their realm would not remain weak forever. Arnor would rise again one day. XXIV Araphant the Queenless 3021-3149 Araphant was born in 2750 and died in the year 3149 at the age…
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- This isn't what I wanted, Rodrik thought as he rode to parley with his niece. All this pointless death and war wasn't supposed to happen. Once more Arnor had brought war to the Vale, he thought bitterly. It was a thought that reverberated throughout the Vale, he knew, the discontent at Arnor putting them through yet another war reaching a boiling point. And yet, while he cursed Arnor for doing so, he cursed himself just as much. He had failed, he knew. And his failure had cost the lives of his brother and…
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- Third Moon, 91 AC The Lady of Maidenpool "Mother!" Maegon called out to her eagerly as she arrived in his rooms. At three years old, her younger son would be starting his lessons soon, but for a little while longer at least, he would be free to play all day. His toys were strewn around the room, including a stuffed dragon her father had gifted him. She tried not to think about it, but sometimes she wondered if she was a good mother. She loved her sons dearly, if someone like her could love, but even they…
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- Sixth Moon, 121 AC Jacaerys Baela was sweating heavily as she concentrated. On the table between them both, a tall and black obsidian candle stood, twisted with dark sharp edges and an unpleasantly bright light that glowed from the top of the candle's flame, doing strange things to the colors in the room. White was as bright as fresh fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds had turned to flames, and shadows were so black they were like holes in the world, devouring all. "Focus," he called out. "I'm…
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