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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…- 269.0 K • Ongoing
- Ninth Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) The Lion Prince They saw it long before they reached it. Five black towers stretching high into the sky in the distant horizon beside the waters of a lake so large it looked like the sea. It was another two days’ ride after that before they finally arrived though. Had he been any other man, his jaw might have dropped in shock at the sheer size of Harrenhal’s walls and towers. They rose as sheer as cliffs and as high as hills and even the gatehouse was larger than some entire…
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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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- 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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- 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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- 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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- 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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- Fifth Moon, 103 AD (2 AC) The Gardener Mern could not help but smile at the sight before him. With a few words and a kiss, his eldest grandson and namesake had just secured the keys to Storm’s End for the Reach forevermore. He almost envied him. Argella Durrandon was quite the beauty, and the kingdom she was heir to even more so. Mern ruled the Reach as the Ninth of His Name, but when his grandson ascended his throne, he would rule both the Reach and the Stormlands and perhaps even more as Mern the…
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- Ninth Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Visenya Gulltown was in flames. A brutal battle was underway as its defenders fought fanatically, street by street, door by door. The Faith had had too long to spread its insidious roots inside the city and far too many of its Militant were still at large, riling up the townsfolk and garrison alike. Even after the two branches of House Shett had defected to their side for promises of land and vengeance upon the Graftons who had reduced them to mere knights, Visenya and her…
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- Seventh Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Rhaenys They almost made it too easy, Rhaenys could not help but think. Almost the entirety of the Vale’s army had massed at the Bloody Gate, cramming its battlements and barracks to the brim and filling the valley behind it with their tents. They stood in a perfect formation, ready to throw back their own army marching up the road, as they had thrown back and bloodied every invader in history, earning the gate its name. But they were not like all the other invaders of…
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