General Harrenhall POV
Robb’s steps echoed through the hall as he slowly but surely approached the crowd. In his hand, the bronze chains were still tied, causing the sound of scraping metal with stone to reverberate.
He looked at an unassuming man.
“You!” He pointed. “Why do you fight?...
2025-07-17 17:14:54 +0000 UTC View Post[A.N: This whole crowning sequence was the reason why I wrote the story in the first place, but it was too long to fit in one chapter so I separated it.]
General Harrenhall POV
Harrenhall’s great… well, hall, was of such immense size a small army could fit in.
And fit in they did.
Tens and tens of lords and their children stood closest to Harren’s broken throne, next to them were the hedge knights and minor noble...
2025-06-30 21:48:24 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
His eyes opened to dim red light.
He was floating inside a thick sphere of sap, suspended in stillness.
Movement was difficult, but with a small exertion of telekinesis—one that sent a jolt of pain to his skull, Robb was able to slowly push himself out to the surface.
He took a deep gasp, finally able to breathe, and slowly but surely pushed himself away, until he stood, looking back at the red orb he was in.
Across from Robb floated...
2025-06-15 14:10:20 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
Now that the noise had faded and the memories no longer fought for control, Robb could think clearly—clearly enough to understand what had really happened.
The mindscape he had fought Thorns in hadn’t been a mere illusion. It was artificial, yes, but also real in its own way—shaped from the essence of a corrupted heart tree. That tree had been the foundation. The ritual required both of them—Robb and Thorns—to be encased in its sap, linking th...
2025-06-10 09:36:36 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
Robb lidlessly stared at the bloodied head of his father, blaming him again and again for his death in its death throes.
For a single, insignificant moment, Robb felt his words reach him, and in that moment, he stood stock still as memories went through his head, of days when his father and family were in Winterfell, happy days where minor issues were considered life changing to his teenage mind.
And for that single moment, he felt great amounts o...
2025-06-10 09:35:34 +0000 UTC View PostThe instant the blade ignited, the forest quaked.
Each massive heart tree shivered as if wind coursed through this mind-born forest—yet there was no wind, only the dark side. Each engraved face twisted in abject agony, bleeding red sap from a hundred knot-like eyes.
Yet Robb’s lightsaber hummed steadily.
‘This mindscape is an artificial space.’ He thought. ‘An intentional feature that forcibly intersects both minds and forces a showdown.’
It wasn’t the na...
2025-05-31 21:47:23 +0000 UTC View PostRobb blinked, unphased.
Thorns laughed, believing his silence to be from shock. “She befell pregnant by her lover, fearing retribution from the father’s enemies, she fled here, despite any misgivings she may have had.” He took a sip from his tea, smacking his teeth after doing so. “Now she and her son live, here. With me!”
The woman simply stares ahead, her expression as blank as it ever was.
“Won’t you drink your tea?” Thorns says. “It is very delicious, I...
2025-05-12 21:03:26 +0000 UTC View PostRobb stared at the green man.
“Follow me.” The druid turned around, ignorant of their threat, and walked deeper into the island.
Robb would have shrugged, but he settled for simply following the man.
And as they advanced deeper, he noticed a lot more wooden statues resembling the first one, some had despairing expressions, others had a peaceful countenance, and others –much like his guide—wore masks.
The Green Man walked with a surety to his steps, a general kn...
2025-05-05 21:47:05 +0000 UTC View PostMonths prior, in Bloodraven’s Mindscape
“How goes the work in the lands of the northern north?” Robb asks.
Bloodraven’s form was the same, yet his chalky skin had a tint of rosiness to it, some of his countless scars seemed to fade, and his body finally had some mass to it.
“The children of the forest are eager to follow my words, they see my renewed strength and my change in attitude as some sort of new hope, and hav...
2025-05-05 00:33:51 +0000 UTC View PostSandor Clegane
Sandor Clegane ignored the murmurs and whispers around him, focusing instead on the young lord standing before him.
It was peculiar how Robb Stark interacted with his sister. Even as she clung desperately to him, tears streaking down her face, Robb's expression remained cold and distant. His response to her embrace appeared stiff and uneasy.
At first, Sandor found it amusing; perhaps the young lord simply concealed his emotions, and nobody els...
2025-04-19 19:00:18 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
“An assassin, right in our midst!” Rickard Stark slammed his hand at the table, glaring at Stevron. “I knew a Frey would do no good!”
Before it could devolve any further, Robb raised his hand, stilling the room.
“Ser Stevron bears no fault in this matter.” He says. “The Sorrowful woman has infiltrated herself through our own men, and has taken chaos of the arrival of the army to infiltrate herself.”
“It is also good news....
2025-04-13 02:31:19 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
At the head of his army, Robb Stark crested the grassy hill atop his horse, his direwolf Grey Wind padding silently at his side. As the wind tugged at his cloak, the charred, jagged towers of Harrenhall rose on the horizon, black against the pale sky like the broken fingers of a giant.
At his right, he heard the sight stealing the breath from his men—Harrenhall loomed impossibly vast, dwarfing every keep and castle they had ever known, its scorched to...
2025-03-29 16:03:57 +0000 UTC View Post[A.N: This is the last non-Robb POV chapter you’ll read in a while, the next chapters should prove important, as they end the first arc of the story.]
Sandor Clegane
The little bird walked slowly through the thicket of trees.
Her eyes stared forward, glazed, as if staring somewhere else. “Lannister men, some handful of miles to the east.”
Sandor grunts, used to her witch ways, and gently pushes her west.
It...
2025-03-28 00:34:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 45
Theon Greyjoy
The ability to strategize is an extremely important condition to winning a war, to that end, naval warfare offers additional challenges in that regard.
That issue becomes even more dire when it comes to fighting in enemy territory.
A smart or cunning admiral would try to locate hidden coves or ridges, to gather his commanders in order to strategize and plan. But his uncle Victarion was different, he thought it ...
2025-03-18 17:48:46 +0000 UTC View PostTyrion Lannister
It was barely two days later that Tyrion was forced to leave his diminutive quarters, apparently, his father had been wroth with his previous actions.
That developed in two simple actions, one, his "allowance" has stymied, no longer does he have access to the unending river of gold called his father's purse.
Now, he is simply as rich as any of his common cousins(A son of his, no matter how wretched he is, cannot be seen as a pauper), the fac...
2025-03-17 17:10:38 +0000 UTC View PostTyrion Lannister
[A.N: Tyrion has his show injury instead of the books, the only thing I liked about the former is this part, didn’t like how GRR just made Tyrion’s appearance worse, even if it was very on point with his character and really matched the plot, I didn’t care
He’s also so very annoyed, because in his eyes, he’s the only person who’s doing anything well in the family.]
The first thing he felt was pain, pain in his chest, in his limbs, from his bones,...
2025-03-14 16:55:17 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
He stared blankly at the walking cadaver before him, he could feel the dark side wafting from his body like a nasty smell.
“Interesting.” He comments. “You are a dead man walking.”
Dondarrion lets out a self-depreciating smirk, dissipating the tension.
“You have no idea, my lord.”
Robb felt the urge to frown, it seems the man thought him to be joking.
“I don’t believe you understand.” Robb says. “You are dead,...
2025-03-13 16:33:11 +0000 UTC View PostThoros of Myr
“Lord, please light our fire and shield from the darkness, may your flames scour the world and cleanse it of sin and heresy.” The voices of the faithful echoed through their small, makeshift camp. “Warm our souls with your loving hearth, and burn away the evils of the Great Other.”
“”For the night is dark and full of terror.””
Thoros stood up, letting the campfire crackle next to his boots.
He held his right hand with his ...
2025-02-10 20:52:17 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
The morning air was crisp, tinged with the faint metallic scent of forged iron and worked wood. Robb Stark stood in the center of a makeshift shooting yard hastily erected on the fringes of their encampment. The ground was churned with the footprints of men and the occasional hoofmark, blending into the damp earth.
Target dummies, little more than hastily stitched sacks stuffed with straw and bound to crude wooden frames, stood at varying distances.
... 2025-02-03 12:37:28 +0000 UTC View PostNew York City, Random Rooftop
One day after the Karnstein fight.
“That smile is very unsettling.” A guttural voice comments. “Everything about that guy looks normal, except that damn smile.”
A tall, emaciated figure with skin stretched tightly over his sharp bones, giving him a hauntingly gaunt appearance, stood on top of a deserted rooftop. He had Pale, ashen skin marred by faint veins and frostbitten patches, with an almost spectra...
2025-02-03 12:23:40 +0000 UTC View Post[A.N: First try at using AI for edits, the chapter was much shorter and had -in my honest opinion- less elaborate language in its original format, but I think it turned out great, and that I can update much quicker if I’m able to use it more.
This is a test chapter, if I see a lot of people misliking this, then I’m going to stop using AI for edits]
Sandor Clegane
Sandor Clegane rose from the half-barrel tub, water slosh...
2025-01-28 18:49:43 +0000 UTC View Post“We’ve been attacked.”
“By who?” Magnus was the first to interject.
“I got no damned idea.” Renato growled. “They looked human, but they hid their features with non-descript masks and escaped the moment they knew I was close.”
Alex could feel the anger taper off the werewolf boss like waves, and could see Aiko trembling from the strain.
He put a hand over the woman’s shoulders, unconsciously fighting off Renato’s aura with a slight affectation of ...
2025-01-28 18:47:50 +0000 UTC View Post“So, who’s actually participating in this meeting?”
“Mostly the big players.” Thellsa answers. “Obviously, you’ve got the Romulus clan and their head, which you already know.”
Thellsa picks up a tablet from the table and turns it to show Alex a picture.
It was a wizened old man on a red cassock with a red trim and a red sash.
“That old man?” Alex asks.
“No, that’s Cardinal James Timothy, he’s the head of the local catholic branch, but in...
2025-01-25 16:55:50 +0000 UTC View PostIt has been a week since that whole debacle, and things have quickly flowed into a routine.
I mean, Alex thought being a bartender to a supernatural bar would be cool, but it was the same boring stuff.
Except, you know, instead of serving to normal humans, you’re selling drinks to people with horns or a pig’s snout.
Freaky, at first, but then you hear them talk and then you’re like “Meh…”
Some things did change.
First, apparently, he ...
2025-01-24 20:55:24 +0000 UTC View PostRoose Bolton
The grey sky mirrored the cold temperament of Roose Bolton as he rode through the gates of the Twins.
His banner fluttered in the wind—a flayed man, red and raw against the pale pink.
As his small retinue dismounted, the Freys stared down from the battlements, their expressions ranging from amused disdain to open suspicion. Roose stood by the gate until someone brought bread and salt.
Inside, the hall of the Twins was as dour as its lord...
2025-01-23 17:41:47 +0000 UTC View Post[A.N: This is a small chapter meant to explain the actions of Wyman Manderly and his role on the coming plot, I may or may not explore his story further.]
Wyman Manderly
Wyman Manderly had always been a man of imposing stature, his girth as much a hallmark of his presence as his hearty laugh or quick wit. His rotund frame, wrapped in fine velvets and furs, was crowned with a face flushed with good cheer and framed by a neatly trim...
2025-01-23 17:40:18 +0000 UTC View PostTheon Greyjoy
Smoldering ruins stretch across the land, with broken beams and scorched thatch scattered in every direction. The air carries the acrid scent of ash and despair, mingling with faint cries and an eerie, oppressive silence. Stripped of livestock, crops, and hope, the place feels like a ghostly remnant of life, abandoned to the ravages of time and cruelty.
A man dragged a comely woman through her hair.
“Found a pretty one!” He laughs. “I’d...
2025-01-23 17:39:14 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
Robb walked through Riverrun’s familiar halls, holding Arya’s hand tightly. Nymeria and Greywind padded silently behind them, the wolves’ steady presence offering comfort.
Arya’s eyes were red and puffy from crying, but her voice was animated as she spoke about her journey. From her escape to Kingslanding, their encounter with the mountain’s men, Harrenhall, Jaqen H’ghar, reuniting with Nymeria, she’d told him all of it.
Robb said li...
2024-12-28 01:46:55 +0000 UTC View PostRobb Stark
He felt an uncomfortable squelch beneath his boots, lifting his left leg up, Robb stared listlessly at the dirty mud that stained them before simply wiping them in a hard spot.
Walking further forward, he nods toward the guards, as they open the door to the cage.
Looking inside, Robb saw the disheveled figure of a man, his golden hair was stained with dirt, with arrow wounds staining his bandages with blood.
Jaime Lannister looked at his vis...
2024-12-21 02:16:40 +0000 UTC View PostSansa Stark
“To my sweet sister, who is to leave to the sandy lands of Dorne!” Joffrey exclaimed to his crowd of courtiers, raising a cup in toast.
His action is mirrored by the rest, as they cheered for the announcement.
Joffrey turns to Myrcella, who almost flinched at his gaze. Faking a charming smile, he softly held her shoulder with his hand.
“My sister has been a shining light within the halls of this capitol, she will sorely be missed.” ...
2024-12-19 21:40:01 +0000 UTC View Post