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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…- 262.2 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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- 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…
- 262.2 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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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- First Moon, 100 AC Viserra The ride over to Dragonstone was not long. The island was visible from the highest tower of High Tide, and a dragon covered the distance in little more than five and ten minutes. Her first instinct had been to take Laena and Daeron to ride with her on Dreamfyre, like they'd taken them when they rode the horses. However, her two youngest children had begged and cajoled her to let them ride their dragons and she had begrudgingly relented after ensuring they were strapped and…
- 606.6 K • Completed
- -Excerpt from 'The Sea Snake', the biography of Corlys Velaryon, Abridged Edition. The very first meeting of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator and Lord Corlys the Sea Snake happened at the funeral of Lord Corlys' grandfather, Lord Daemon Velaryon. As aforementioned, Lord Daemon was none other than the uncle of Jaehaerys himself, and so the presence of Jaehaerys, his sister-wife Alysanne, and their three eldest children, Princes Aemon and Baelon, and Princess Alyssa, at the funeral, should not have been a…
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- Third Moon 109 AC Viserra Nine years had passed since her family had moved back home to Driftmark. In those nine years, Corlys and her had worked hard to prove that their people's faith in them was not misplaced. They had strived to rebuild Driftmark's shattered economy in a myriad of ways. First of all, they had reined in their defiant vassals; Wendwater, Bar Emmon, and Sunglass. All three had had little choice but to accept their invites to several feasts on Driftmark celebrating House Velaryon's return…
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- Third Moon, 109 AC Gael Targaryen "Well here comes another useless bootlicker," her husband complained. Gael turned her eyes to the supposed licker of boots in question, Lord Otto Hightower of Highwatch, Governor of the Stepstones. She smirked at her husband. "You were the one who decided you wanted to attend court today. You could have been drinking with your cronies and captains out in the city instead." Daemon returned her smirk. "You would have complained if I did that." Gael smiled softly. "And you…
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- Sixth Moon, 109 AC Viserra Her father had died late in the third moon of 109 AC. It was early in the sixth moon now. Though many had been increasingly coming to court to pay their respects to the ailing king, the true tide of arrivals had begun arriving once his death and the date for his funeral was announced across the realm. Every lord, great or small in the Crownlands, down to even the smallest landed knight had come. The great houses of the realm had all arrived, those former royals like Lannister,…
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