Chapters
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…- 230.7 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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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- 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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- 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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- Eighth Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Rhaenys The past few months had passed like a blur to Rhaenys. She felt distant from everything, trapped in the back of her mind and cut off from the world, like everything else had gone dull and grey. It had been five long months since she had seen any of her family. They spoke over the glass candles but it just wasn’t the same. They weren’t here to hold her, here for her to hug them tightly and never let them go. Instead, they were all so far, far away from her. She…
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- 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…
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- Second Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Rhaenys They had captured eight skinchangers alive. Twelve fallen bodies had been recovered as well, and ten more had escaped due to the presumedly warged pack of wolves and dogs distracting their soldiers. Thirty skinchangers in total, in addition to gods knew how many that had died near the Twins during Meleys’ rampage. How had they been so blind? So unprepared? Rhaenys still remembered how she and her siblings had rushed home when they had heard of the attack on the…
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- Second Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Aegor Targaryen Their entire family watched nervously as his mother went to work, carefully using the glass candles to reach into the minds of his elder siblings and try and call them back from the darkness their minds had been lost in. There was a pin-drop silence in the room, none daring to disturb his mother’s concentration for fear that it would have dire consequences for their loved ones. That was why even his father and aunt were only watching. Mother was by far the…
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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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