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First Moon, 132 AC Viserra "Your Excellency, please I beg you, allow me to stay by your side!" the ever loyal Ser Jaremy cried. "No Orange. You have your orders, and you shan't disobey them. You are to command this fleet and see to its safe arrival in Myr where you will report to the highest ranking Zaldilaros Velaryon and take up command of the Tide Guard in the Triarchy." Corlys' reply was firm, and uncompromising. "Princess, if we may," her old secretary Pina tried to beseech her. "You may not," Viserra…- 606.6 K • Completed
- First Moon, 132 AC Baela Her heart pounded in her chest as they flew through the darkness. The only thing lighting their way was the full moon in the sky above and the glow of the glass candles in their saddles as they scryed their enemies and communicated with their allies. Herself, Jace, Rhaena, and Laena carried those glass candles and they flew at the front of the formation to guide Corlys and Serra who flew behind them. It weighed on her mind, knowing what they were here to do. In the distance, barely…
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- Second Moon, 132 AC Baela With a dragon's eye view, she soared over all the lands. Years of experience and training allowed her to bend the candle and its rebellious light to her will with ease but it still needed focus. At any moment the candle could drag her mind across the whole world and away from what she wished to see. In the aftermath of that day and with glass candle scrying to ensure the remaining Targaryens would not sally forth and challenge them, Jacaerys, Laena, Corlys, Baelor, Jaenara,…
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- Third Moon, 132 AC Rhaenys How did it come to this? That was the question Rhaenys had asked herself every waking moment since that day. How had it all gone so wrong? Why did she have to suffer like this? She had lost everything. Her husband, her children, two of her grandchildren, a cousin, and a nephew. Her dragon was gone and even her very body had been all but destroyed. The broken ribs and other injuries might heal one day, but the burns would always be a permanent scar and her right hand would…
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- First Moon, 205 AZ Corlys Velaryon It was a fine and pleasant morning that greeted Corlys on the last day of the first moon of the two hundred and fifth year of the Age of Zaldilaros, or as Westerosi would refer to it, the two hundred and ninety-eighth year of Aegon's Conquest. For his own part, Corlys had decided to enjoy the fine morning in the best way that he knew how. Eluding or rescheduling as much of his lessons and responsibilities that he could so he could climb up to the parapets of the highest…
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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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- First Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Rhaenys Targaryen “Lykirī Meraxes,” Rhaenys whispered in High Valyrian to her beloved silver dragon. She was getting far too excited for battle as they approached Duskendale at long last. Using their glass candles, Aegon and her had watched as their uncle’s fleet and the rest of their part of the army with him had almost arrived before they had mounted their dragons. Years of dragonriding experience had taught them how much time they would need for such a flight and when…
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- Second Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) The Black Tyrant “Faster!” one of his ironmen captains shouted as he whipped a mewling thrall who was struggling to carry the boulder up the steps leading up the colossal curtain wall. Around him thousands of men were hard at work carrying more boulders as well as bundles of arrows and barrels of tar up to the battlements. Many were also being whipped for their pathetic snail’s pace just as the first thrall had been. “Weak,” his eldest son Harwyn…
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- Third Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Aegon Harrenhal’s colossal curtain walls rose as sheer and high as mountain cliffs from the flat fields, made out of black stone but so immense that in parts they were discolored and fissured. Atop the battlements, the wood-and-iron scorpions looked as small and numerous as their namesakes. Behind the walls rose five enormous towers, with the two tallest in the center not even complete yet but imposing nonetheless. Had he been any other man, perhaps Aegon would have been…
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- Sixth Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Visenya The Hall of a Hundred Hearths truly lived up to its name. There were fifty hearths on each side of the hall, spaced ten feet apart, all of them lit and blazing with fire in a desperate attempt to warm the massive space. Smooth slate floors on the ground led up to great marble walls and colored and clear glass windows in the galleries above that lit up the room alongside the blazing hearths. The great hall could feast an army and that was exactly what they were going to…
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