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Fifth Moon, 169 AC Elaena Targaryen As she sat there on Daena’s bed, Elaena couldn’t stop her hands from shaking as she twiddled her fingers anxiously. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this, that she’d let Daena talk her into it. It was madness, complete and utter madness, and yet it was also her only hope. She had always liked Daeron. Though he had been three years her younger, they had been close as children, playing and reading together and keeping each other company as they both…- 51.6 K • Ongoing
First Month, 971 ARR (29 BBY) Anakin Anakin watched appraisingly as C-3PO deftly navigated through the same obstacle course he had once struggled with. The upgraded servomotors and joints allowing him to jump and run freely through the course with ease before he removed blasters, flamethrowers, and other weapons from within his hidden compartments to cut down the other fodder droids Anakin had thrown into the course as his opponents. As he did so, he would constantly apologize to his victims and bemoan…- 34.1 K • Ongoing
- Tenth Moon, 122 AD (21 AC) The King of Hardhome The past six years had been some of the hardest in Loren’s life. He had thought adjusting to the harsh cold life on the Wall after decades in the royal golden splendor of Casterly Rock had been difficult but Hardhome had been a whole new level of difficulty. The cold bit and gnawed into his bones worse than it ever had on the Wall, and food was scarce and hard to come by. Farming was difficult and hard in the lands of Storrold’s Point, now renamed…
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- Tenth Moon, 169 AC Aemon Targaryen “I don’t want to see you slacking off even once! Repeat the strokes until your arms are dead! If you have enough time and energy to be fooling around with my cousins, I clearly haven’t been drilling you hard enough!” Aemon barked at his nephew and squire, a menacing expression on his face. “Yes Uncle,” Daeron obeyed. To his credit, the lad did not complain nor grouse and kept diligently working at his strokes but it did little to improve Aemon’s…
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- Twelfth Month, 969 ARR (31 BBY) Maul Much had happened in the fourteen standard months since Maul had forsworn his former master. He had secured transport off Naboo in the chaos of the Bombardment’s aftermath, absconding with a good freighter that he had then flown to one of the few secret hideouts at his disposal that his former master had no knowledge of. There he had rested for a few weeks, gathering what resources he could while letting his grievous injuries and wounds heal. Then when he was…
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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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- Sixth Moon, 169 AC Rhaena Targaryen Rhaena would not admit it aloud but she was growing worried. Daena and Elaena had been acting extremely strange lately, always making excuses to hole up in their rooms with their cousin Daeron whenever he visited. They were smart enough to make excuses that their ladies in waiting all believed like Daeron simply being like a little brother to them who had dutifully come to keep them company in their confinement with games and reading but Rhaena was their sister, even…
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Viserra Second Moon, 91 AC "Maester Desmond has confirmed my suspicions. The poison was the Strangler. The symptoms match perfectly," Corlys said as he walked into the room. His words were calm and measured, but his face gave away his anguish. Viserra knew it was mirrored on her own. She sat on the edge of her bed, her mind brooding. "If I hadn't stopped you from drinking the wine… you'd be dead as well," she said, haunted by the thought. In response, Corlys wrapped her in his arms. "I'm here. I'm alive.…- 606.6 K • Completed
- 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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