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Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:36

RHAEGAR

Rhaegar stared at his sword. The blade lay on his desk, looking incredibly dull, as if the ancient steel absorbed any light that dared to touch it, even in the darkness of his chambers.

He felt tired. Not the physical exhaustion from lack of sleep, though there was that too, but a deeper exhaustion, one that seeped into his bones. There was also confusion, and beneath that, a cold anger churned. His grip on the hilt trembled slightly with restrained emotio...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:35

TYWIN

Fifteen days later. The Small Council chamber was tense, the air as heavy as hot iron. It was as if everyone was holding a deep breath, and no one dared to exhale it. On the large table in the center of the room, a map of Duskendale and the coastal regions of the Crownlands lay unfurled, untouched cups standing like forgotten cyvasse pieces.

This was a dire situation, an emergency, a crisis that had never entered their considerations before. And yet...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:34

JAIME

The next day, the afternoon air felt pleasant to breathe in Lord Hoster Tully's private solar. The room smelled of fresh flowers and beeswax, with warm sunlight streaming through the tall windows.

They were currently not seated behind a massive desk cluttered with parchment and paper, a symbol of formal power. Instead, they were on a set of comfortable sofas arranged around a low table. Here, it seemed Hoster wanted to show that they would soon be family, wh...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:33

RHAEGAR | JAIME

Father was gone.

Rhaegar watched from the high window of his chambers. Down below, in the dusty courtyard, the small retinue looked pitiful for a King. Only Ser Gwayne Gaunt of the Kingsguard, a few sworn swords, and King Aerys himself. No pomp, no great banners. Only the arrogance of a man convinced that his mere presence was enough to make Lord Darklyn kneel in terror.

Rhaegar said nothing. He just watched them leave in silence, his hands g...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:32

"Look, he is laughing!"

Rhaegar's voice sounded proud, a sincere tone rarely heard in this court. He was sitting in a comfortable armchair in his mother's chambers, holding Viserys, who was just eight months old. While making a silly face, hiding his face behind the curtain of his silver hair before reappearing with wide eyes and a broad smile.

Viserys, in response, let out a pure, bubbling shriek of laughter. It was the purest sound of life, and for Rhaegar, it was the sweetest m...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:31

The morning came with a palpable relief. The sky, which yesterday was grey and gloomy, had now changed to a brilliant, unblemished blue. The sun shone brightly, its light feeling warm on the skin, and the menacing grey clouds seemed to have poured out all their rain and departed.

The air felt so fresh, as if the storm had cleansed the entire world. When Catelyn took a breath, she could smell the scent of damp earth, freshly cut grass, and the fragrance of flowers from the garden. It fel...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:30

CATELYN

The entire Keep of Riverrun had been bustling for the past two days, as if a giant hive had been kicked.

Servants scurried to and fro like quickened shadows, the sound of their footsteps echoing on the stone floors. They cleared dust from the crevices of the wood carvings in the great hall, polishing the old shields on the walls until the Tully trout emblem gleamed under the candlelight. The heavy draperies were taken down, replaced with fresher ones that ...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:29

JAIME

"This journey will take more time than we thought."

Tygett Lannister's voice, low and heavy as stone, cut through the silence of the dimly lit room. Outside, the rain that had been only a drizzle had now turned into a fierce, raging storm. It no longer fell; it was poured from the bruised gray sky. The trees on the edge of the muddy road howled, their bare branches thrashing about like desperate hands, blown by the fierce, shrieking wind. Leaves and small br...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:28

GERION

"The red house yonder," Oberyn Martell suddenly spoke up, his smooth voice carrying clearly over the market din. He pointed with his chin toward a three-story building painted a striking wine-red, from within drifted the sounds of flirtatious music and the high, shrill laughter of women. "I hear it is a place of some passion, Gerion," Oberyn grinned, his hot, Dornish smile playing on his thin lips.

"Their lovely women," he continued, his dark eyes glitterin...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:27

TYWIN

Night came with a sudden and almost brutal speed, as if a heavy shroud of black velvet had been forcefully drawn across the skies of King's Landing. Within the countless corridors of the Red Keep, servants hurried. Candles were lit one by one, their trembling flames fighting a losing battle, small flickering points of light trying to pierce the thick darkness that now swallowed all form and sound around them. The air felt bitingly cold against the skin, car...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:26

TYWIN

Tywin Lannister sat with Aerys Targaryen beside him, in a relaxed room shrouded in the afternoon silence. Golden light penetrated the windows, dancing on the light dishes of cheese, fruits, and a jug of dark Dornish red wine served on the low table between them. The silence was so thick, so intimate, as if only the two of them existed in the world.

Aerys's purple eyes glinted in the dim light, radiating an almost mad intensity that seemed so bright in the si...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:25

CATELYN

RIVERRUN, 277 AC

Dancing, dancing was the lesson Catelyn loved most. Among all the duties of a Lady, embroidery made her fingers stiff, sums made her head dizzy and sleepy, only dancing felt like freedom.

She had been doing this for as long as she could remember, in this same room, under her mother's gaze and now, her teacher's, Sherra. She was good at it. Unlike Lysa, whose movements were too emotional and sometimes unpredictable, o...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:24

WHISPER IN THE WIND

The sight was so grand, so large, that Gerion himself felt as if this were a dream. The ship loomed before him on the busy docks of Lannisport, its hull gleaming in the morning sun. Its size alone was astonishing, far larger than the usual merchant ships that filled the harbor. Its tall masts pierced the blue sky, its neatly furled sails promising wind and adventure.

Gerion stood among the crowd, the dockworkers, merchants, sailors, who had als...

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Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:23

Tywin watched his son, who looked back at him calmly, but for a moment Tywin could see a brief twitch at the corner of his eye. Yes, this was big news. Tywin knew it. Discussing marriage at the age of nine indeed seemed premature, but this was not about romance or childhood. This was about the future of House Lannister, about securing power for generations to come.

"I have thought of several candidates," said Tywin, placing his interlaced hands on the table. "Lyanna Stark of Winterfell,...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:22

JAIME

Jaime walked with Jon down the long corridors of the Red Keep, a quiet feeling of satisfaction still lingering from his morning music session with Prince Rhaegar. Creating something new felt like an antidote to the often suffocating atmosphere of the court.

Then, he saw her. At the end of the hall, standing like a statue of ice in the afternoon warmth, was Cersei. She was not alone; there was a Lannister guard nearby. Her face was creased in a familiar expre...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:21

JAIME

Jaime sat in his room as the first dawn began to break. The morning air was cool through the slightly open window, bringing with it the dampness from Blackwater Bay and a thin blanket of mist that still clung to the lower parts of the city.

Sitting on a wooden chair at his writing desk, Jaime unfurled a parchment scroll that displayed the fiery handwriting of Prince Oberyn Martell. This letter had actually arrived last night, but Jaime hadn't opened it. Yest...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:20

Rhaegar

"So this is how you meet all sorts of people?" Rhaegar asked, his voice barely audible above the din of the bustling tavern on River Row.

He sat on a rough wooden bench, feeling the stuffy warmth of dozens of bodies around him. The air was thick with the smell of spilled ale, sweat, smoked fish, and something cloyingly sweet from a cold meat pie. The sounds of rough laughter, arguments in various accents, and the clinking of cups created a deafening sympho...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:19

TYWIN

Tywin Lannister exited the Small Council chamber for the umpteenth time with a sour taste in his stomach. The meeting, like so many before it, had been an exhausting exercise in futility.

Today's problem was the same as last week's: piracy. They had lost another merchant ship, this time a large cargo vessel carrying silks from Myr, swallowed by the pirates who hid like rats among the rocks of the Stepstones. The solution was obvious and tedious: build more w...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:18

RHAEGAR

The afternoon arrived quickly, bringing with it the suffocating heat so characteristic of King's Landing. Rhaegar walked through the crowded streets, an act that always felt like a performance. Though he wore a simple, unadorned traveling cloak, his silver hair was a curtain that could not be hidden. People moved aside, bowed, and whispered as he passed, their gazes a mixture of awe, curiosity, and fear.

Today, however, Rhaegar barely noticed them. His min...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:17

RHAEGAR

Breakfast passed in silence. A heavy, dense silence that felt like a physical weight in the room. On the long, polished wooden table, a feast fit for gods was laid out: spiced eggs from Dorne, thick and savory bacon, warm bread fresh from the oven, fruits from the Reach glistening with dew, and silver pitchers filled with milk and sweet wine. The aroma of delicious food filled the air, a cruel contrast to the cold, lifeless atmosphere.

Rhaegar Targaryen st...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:16

Cersei

After a long and grueling month's journey, they finally arrived at King's Landing. The cramped, swaying carriage finally came to a halt, and for the first time in weeks, Cersei felt a silence that wasn't accompanied by the creaking of wheels or the whinnying of horses. What first came to Cersei's mind, as she peeked through the small window, was how magnificent the buildings were.

Oh, Casterly Rock was a marvel, certainly. Lannisport was a rich and bustling port city. But...

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Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:15

Tywin

Tywin Lannister sat alone in the vast silence of his solar in the Tower of the Hand. A fire crackled softly in the hearth, the only sound to break the thick quiet. Outside, King's Landing pulsed with its filthy, noisy life, but here, in this center of power, the world seemed to be held at bay. On his massive oaken desk, among the reports and royal decrees, lay a letter from Casterly Rock.

He felt a strangeness in the medium he held. This was not parchment. It was whiter, a...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:14

JON

After two weeks, after two damned, relentless weeks where his muscles screamed and his patience was tested to its limits, Jon finally saw it. And the sight, strangely, left him speechless.

On the long table in the center of the workshop, arranged in neat stacks, lay the fruits of their labor. Paper. But not like the coarse, thick sheets they had produced before, which were more like stiff rags than anything else. This was different.

These papers were thinner, almost tr...

A Warmth in the Snow, CH:09

The central bonfire crackled cheerfully, sending orange sparks up into the star-strewn night sky. The last echoes of Wyr's sermon still hung in the cool air, his words of hope and construction sinking into the respectful silence of the crowd. People began to disperse, moving slowly back to their tents or to the warmth of the large town hall, their voices a low, satisfied murmur. The night felt peaceful, filled with a newfound purpose.

Wyr remained by the fire, feeling its warmth ...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:13

CLEOS

Cleos Frey wasn't sure why he had agreed to come along. The forest was cool and pleasant now, with the sunlight filtering through the canopy of oaks and pines in golden pillars, and the air was filled with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. But "learning archery," as Jaime had called it, was not something that held any interest for him.

He stood a little apart from the main group, leaning against a tree, feeling its rough bark against his back. T...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH: 12

GERION

The caress was so subtle, almost imperceptible against his sleep-warmed skin. Gerion felt the woman's arm draped across his chest, its softness a contrast to his hard muscles. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, a remnant of the previous night's pleasures. He didn't remember her name. Lyla, perhaps? Or Serra? It didn't matter. What mattered was the warmth of her body pressed against his back and the first light of dawn seeping through the cracks in t...

Those Hands (A Naruto SI), CH:29

The sound of a stab. A tear. A slash. The clang of clashing metal, followed by a muffled scream. A face filled with terror, eyes wide as I plunged the kunai into his chest.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Tsukasa awoke from his dream with a sudden jolt. His heart was pounding in his chest, the remnants of adrenaline from his dream still coursing through his veins. He sat bolt upright on his futon, his breathing slightly ragged. He turned and switched off the alarm from the s...

Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI), CH:11

JON

It was coarse and thick. Jon stared at the newly lifted sheet with nearly unbearable frustration. It was an unappealing pale gray, its texture more like worn-out sackcloth than something you could write on, and there were little clumps of fiber that stuck out from its surface like warts. After days of pounding the damned cloths until his arms felt like they would fall off, after carefully pouring the watery pulp into the mould, and after painstakingly pressing it u...