Roose Bolton
As he stared at the marching Lannisters, Roose couldn’t help but reminisce about the day before he was sent with his army.
-FLASHBACK-
“Tell me, Lord Bolton.” The young Stark’s voice was ice cold, as always. “Why do you think I put you in charge of the second army?” He asks.
“I do not know my lord.” But he had his suspicions, of course.
“It is because you can think beyond what ...
2024-10-14 01:08:49 +0000 UTC View PostTyrion Lannister
“Our scouts tell us the Stark host has moved south from the Twins.” One of Tyrion’s father’s sycophants speaks. “With Lord Frey’s levies in tail.”
“The boy may lack experience and sense.” Tywin pours himself a cup of wine. “But he does have a certain, mindless, provincial courage.”
Tyrion enters the command tent brazenly, grabbing an empty cup and extending it to the maidservant, who promptly fills it with wine.
H...
2024-10-14 01:06:17 +0000 UTC View PostCatelyn Stark née Tully
“You will not go in there!” She demanded her son. “If Lord Frey were to hold you hostage…” She keeps the sentence unfinished, the implications obvious.
Yet all she received was a dispassionate gaze, even now she can barely catch the slight traces of warm indulgence in her son’s eyes, and as time went on he started getting harder and harder to read. Either that or he simply lost all emotion, but Catelyn was unwilling to entertai...
2024-10-14 01:05:27 +0000 UTC View PostRoose Bolton
[A.N: In this version Robb found it more prudent to have all the armies take the shortest route to Moat Cailin instead of gathering his own detachment in Winterfell before heading there]
Roose knew, throughout his life, that most men share the same sense. An instinct that acted up when they saw a predator, a creature that poses a danger to one’s safety.
It is an unnatural emotion, one that creeps up on men lik...
2024-10-14 01:04:17 +0000 UTC View PostCatelyn held a handkerchief to her nose, wiping her reddened nose.
Robb sat in front of her, pouring and handing her a cup of watered wine.
As she examined his features closely, she could more clearly see the changes.
He had cut his red hair shorter, even more so at its side, as before it used to rest on his shoulders, now his locks ended at the bottom of his ears, probably for more ease in battle.
He was taller than last she saw him, with a more powerful build too. 2024-10-14 01:03:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Maester Luwin
When Maester Luwin handed Robb Stark the letter, bearing sordid news, he expected rage, sadness, sentiments that are to be felt by any man who heard of injustice directed at ones father.
He didn’t expect him to go through the… spectacle that he was privy to. The boy had suddenly fallen to the ground, twitching in place, murmuring odd words in a strange tongue, before suddenly stilling, falling asleep at the floor.
Whatever the boy went thro...
2024-10-14 01:02:22 +0000 UTC View PostHe ignores the scores of scribes walking to and fro, gazing at bulky man guarding the door.
The Guardian opens the gates once he sees him without word, so he simply barges inside.
The first thing his eyes lay on is the crown prince sitting down on the guest chair of his own supposed solar.
“As ordered, I have closed all exits of the city, with former purple cloaks manning the most sensitive exit points.” He says. “I put all the men in reserve in charge of patrolling th...
2024-10-14 00:59:55 +0000 UTC View PostShe is seated in a well-worn rocking chair, gently swaying to and fro, in a softly lit room. She is burrowed up against Baelon; with their arms around each other, they are in a warm embrace.
Her head is on his shoulder, as they whisper quietly to each other, even sharing soft laughter. The gentle, regular creaking of the rocking chair adds to the calm atmosphere of the scene, so perfect and tender.
“This chair is nice, whence did you come about the design?” She whispers.
“CHARGE!” His screams echoed through the narrow passages of the red mountains.
His sword fell onto the poor rabble like wheat, and Dawn cut through three heads with every swing like a farmer to his wheat.
This was but of many attacks against the local bandits of Dorne.
You see, the blockade of the Stepstones didn’t do any good for the Dornish people, the land was suitable for farming yet people needed to be close to large sources of water for them to do so, and in orde...
2024-07-18 13:02:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe bustling sounds of construction are starting to get familiar to Rodrick’s ear. For Rodrick, however, these familiar noises were an unfortunate obstruction to his role as sworn shield.
As always, he stood vigilantly before the prince at the side of a large clearing. The latter was mindlessly reading a missive, whilst men in armor or cotton belatedly passed by.
Sometimes, one of them would notice the prince and salute to his grace, yet none of them knelt. Prince Baelon thought...
2024-07-12 11:24:11 +0000 UTC View PostThere are certain benefits to having a reputation like his. This Daemon knew well.
He learned this when tall, proud men cowered before the frail form of his grandsire. He saw it when flocks of smallfolk walked the streets of King's Landing to mourn his father's death without ever having seen him. And he felt it when no one could bear to look him in the eye anymore. If there was one lesson Daemon had learned in his life, it was that reputation matters.
So, he had to admit, he was b...
2024-07-11 11:43:02 +0000 UTC View PostAegon Targaryen sat at the head of the table in his solar, surrounded by his advisors. The room was filled with the murmur of their voices and the rustling of parchments. He listened intently as they discussed the current state of the island, taking in their wisdom and experience.
"We need to fortify the eastern shore," one advisor said, pointing to a map spread across the table. "The raids have been relentless."
"That is not going to be an issue for long, Prince Daemon has alread...
2024-06-26 00:47:58 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's Note: Still busy with stuff, but I still managed to eke out this chapter
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‘Kingship is such a burden.’ Viserys thinks.
“Soldiers at my door, your Grace!” The man bellows. “The Prince is recruiting able bodied men from my lands and putting them in my lands! I can no longer oversee my hold with ease of mind!”
The middle aged man complaints get much support fro...
2024-06-15 18:10:50 +0000 UTC View PostIt has been six months since Aegon came to Dragonstone, and to be honest, he was the happiest he ever was.
Creating distance between him and his overbearing family was good for him, and even though he spent his days working, shadowing men in their organization of the island in order to learn the ropes of the trade, he found himself fulfilled in purpose, tired, but joyous.
Sunfyre echoed his sentiments, as he let out an exuberant roar, lighting up the early morning sky with his bea...
2024-05-14 14:43:39 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's Note: I am incredibly sorry for the recent lack of the chapters, and the small size of this one, not only is it exam season, but I'm getting bogged down with extracurricular projects that I barely have the time to breathe, the moment I get free I will basically drown you with chapters, but until then I hope you wait patiently. Sorry for all for you patrons, from the bottom of my heart.
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As the morning sun cast...
2024-05-05 01:04:17 +0000 UTC View PostDaemon mindlessly parries a short wooden sword.
He swiftly moves his own, hitting the handle of his opponents. “Don’t get too eager.” He warns.
Lucerys takes a couple of deep breaths, wordlessly grabbing his fallen sword, preparing for another bout.
Daemon notes his exhaustion, he mentions to one of the guard with his head, prompting him to throw him a waterskin. “We’re done for the day, take some rest.”
The boy sighs in relief as he almost drops in the sid...
2024-04-24 22:36:41 +0000 UTC View PostGunther stared at the back of the grand master as he wobbled out of the ship, shortly buckling down in order to empty the contents of his stomach.
The old man slowly stood back up, wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. “Bloody Targaryens, look what they made out of us.”
Another wisdom, and one of their leader’s former acolytes, spoke in warning. “Grand master, we are in Dragonstone, it would be wise to keep such words to ourselves.”
“Bollocks! That ...
2024-04-17 04:12:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe sound of a quill scratching at parchment silently echoed in the chamber. Vaelar Flowers sat at the maester’s tower of Dragonstone, a cosy space, it was filled with leather covered books, scattered scrolls and unfinished trinkets, yet each and every object was in order.
Vaelar ceases writing for a moment, flexing his arm and fingers to relieve stiffness and tension. “My arms are to fall out at this point.”
Maester Vaelar found himself with an increasing amount of duties, ...
2024-04-15 23:21:47 +0000 UTC View PostAlex sat in the backseat next to Cillian, caressing the chair’s leather with his hand. “It’s a really nice car you got here.”
“Thanks, it’s based on the Aston Martin One-77.” Thellsa responds from the driving seat. “You’ll find the lack of a brand indicative of its supernatural make, it’s magically fortified and enchanted to be as safe and comfortable and possible.” She says. “It also has four seats instead of two, and the trunk is larger than it should be, so it...
2024-04-13 18:56:46 +0000 UTC View Post“Well…” Alex flexed his bullshitting muscles. “I mostly know about the supernatural from random stray devils that I encounter.” He says. “I naturally had a great ability to sense my surroundings so their corruptive auras really stood out to me, one day I acted on my curiosity and actually got face to face with one, so ever since then I’ll just beat them up whenever they got on my radar.”
“Really…” Thellsa says.
“Yeah, I mean I gotta tell you, those suckers ...
2024-04-13 18:55:59 +0000 UTC View PostIt was a sudden shift, one moment we were in a pleasant conversation, the second she manifested her wings in a blinding green light, followed by a bevy of wind slashes manifesting in the air around him.
Meanwhile, a thin sword manifested in the man’s hand, his body surging in blinding speed toward Alex.
Aiko wasn’t idle either, as she grabbed a bunch of parchment talismans from somewhere unknown and threw them at him.
For a normal bystander –the old Alex being one of t...
2024-04-13 18:54:37 +0000 UTC View PostHe dreamed of growing amidst jungle beasts, tussling with tigers and brawling with monkeys. He was like Tarzan, carefree and unfettered, living through life doing whatever he wanted.
Then the first injustice, pirates attacking his village, so he beat them up. The righteous anger was a first for him, the desire to fight, to battle for the sake of saving people was something that was addicting, striking evildoers down with his formidable fist!
So, he joined the marines, he was a hel...
2024-04-13 18:53:46 +0000 UTC View PostHe found himself in an expanse made of stars.
‘Huh? Where am I?’ He incredulously thinks.
He tries to turn his head, but he found he couldn’t, because he doesn’t have one. Usually he’d feel panic, but then he found that he could ‘see’ himself, he was a blob of white ectoplasm, floating in space like a round squid.
“Ah, sorry for being late.” He hears a voice suddenly, and with it, a dark silhouette arrives in front of him.
‘Who’re you?! And what i...
2024-04-13 18:52:42 +0000 UTC View PostDrazenko Rogare was the second son of Piero Rogare, so whilst his older brother –Lysandro- was trained in financial matters in order to inherit the family business, Drazenko’s education was focused more on politics and diplomacy, to be the channel by which the grasping hand of the Rogares could find new horizons, the link that will create new opportunities to grow his family’s interest.
Over the previous years he prepared himself to move to Sunspear as a permanent envoy and liaiso...
2024-04-13 18:50:25 +0000 UTC View Post“How goes our merchant fleet?”
The rhythmic ebb and flow of the sea was a calming, familiar sound to Corlys’ ears, he has spent more time in wooden ships than stable land, so much so that he felt at home here.
In the expanse of the unending sea, the Seasnake was the most comfortable.
Vaemond answers from his right. “We received news of their arrival at Starfall; they lost some two ships in a skirmish with privateers disguised as pirates, but their numbers allowed the...
2024-04-13 18:48:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe aging head of the Rogare bank and Magister of the Kingdom of the Three Daughters stared at the bickering magisters with thinly veiled disdain.
For a Lyseni, the old man’s face was particularly plain, and was it not for his lilac eyes then one would mistake him for a Braavosi; he had a long face, a prominent nose, and thin lips. His demeanor was serious and he wore simple clothing for a man of his stature.
As a boy, he lacked the famed beauty of the Lyseni, causing him to tur...
2024-04-13 18:47:17 +0000 UTC View PostA few hours before Aegon’s request
There was a significant matter weighing on Aegon’s mind, a matter of significant import for his future, namely, his marriage.
When his sister, Helaena was born, his grandsire Otto and his mother Alicent convinced the king to betroth her to him, in recognition and imitation of both King Aegon the Conqueror and King Jaehaerys the Conciliator, to create a parallel between him and his betters.
At the time, they wer...
2024-04-13 18:46:02 +0000 UTC View PostOr a day in King Viserys’ life
Mornings for the king started slow as of late, groggily pulling himself out of the bed, he unconsciously shifts his arm to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the warm touch of a woman.
But Alicent always woke up before him; the days where he’d lovingly hold her every morning were long gone.
He heads then to the great hall, where he usually breaks his fast. Ser Steffon Darklyn was the Kingsguard assigned to him for...
2024-04-13 18:44:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe man whistled a famous ballad as he opened the tavern doors.
As if it was destined by the gods, a bard flicked his lute to the same tune, singing along.
“The Dornishman’s wife was as fair as the sun; her kisses were warmer than spring…” The minstrel crooned.
He finished whistling along, the melody washing along with the crowds humming.
The tavern could be described as cozy and dimly lit, with wooden tables and chairs, a crackling fireplace, shelves lined wit...
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