Chapters
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…- 269.0 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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…
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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, 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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- Sixth Moon, 109 AC Jacaerys He'd known it was coming, but somehow his uncle announcing it in open court just made it all so much more real. The reactions were mixed. Some like their trusted allies, Starks, Tarths, Graftons, Royces, and Celtigars, were either pleased or disappointed that they didn't get something more substantive. Jace acknowledged his family's friends with nods and mouthed words of thanks. Caeryn and Caspian Celtigar along with many others that he was acquainted with from his family's…
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- Sixth Moon, 109 AC Rhaenys "Viserys, what do you think should happen with the Velaryons?" she asked her husband and cousin. He sighed. "I've told you once before that my opinions are yours did I not?" "And I appreciate your support, but when my own opinions are yet to be fully formed, I need counsel from my husband, unless your opinions are as unbuilt as mine? Be frank with me Viserys, what are your honest thoughts?" Rhaenys said sternly. Viserys' unconditional support was endearing at other times, but not…
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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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- 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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- 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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