( Tywin Lannister POV )
The Lord of Casterly Rock was not in an especially good mood when he returned to his home. Oh, it was still a good feeling to be under the shadow of the Rock once again, but things had not been going well for some time now. Aerys' court was taking increasing advantage of the King's habit of mocking him, and far lesser men used insults toward House Lannister as a means to advance their status in court.
Tywin kept a book of all ...
2025-03-24 14:17:56 +0000 UTC
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( Elia Martell POV )
Once they'd gone into loans and interest rates it had mostly gone over Elia's head, but Callum had seemed to keep up just fine, even suggesting the usage of promissory notes as a major function that banks could perform. Elia wasn't quite sure what that would even do. Wasn't that just something that said you'd pay them back later?
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Still, while she wasn't interested much in the boy as a potential suitor, especially compared to his more skill...
2025-03-20 10:18:01 +0000 UTC
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( Elia Martell POV )
Their hosts had certainly made an impression during their first week staying at Casterly Rock. While the distances one had to walk within the monstrous stone fortress were somewhat distressing, the Lannisters were gracious and hosted them (appropriately given her mother was Princess of Dorne) in the familial section of Casterly Rock, near to the very summit of the mountain.
Their rooms had windows looking out over the city of Lannisport, ...
2025-03-20 10:15:01 +0000 UTC
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( Prince Oberyn Martell POV )
Oberyn Martell was rather enjoying travel. He quite thought it suited him, sailing about from place to place, meeting new lords and small folk alike. It was a life of adventure that called to him.
Not one for seasickness, and a quick hand at just about anything, in his own estimation, he spent most of his time aboard the Sun-dagger on the deck, watching the captain drive the men, learning the ways of wind and sail, and chipping in to hel...
2025-03-19 22:18:07 +0000 UTC
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( Kevan Lannister POV )
He sat on a comfortable wooden chair, high backed and well made, with velvet cushions that kept him from aching too badly after hours and hours in it, listening to petty disagreements that he didn't care about and accusations of crimes he didn't have time to investigate. Passing judgment on most of them was a matter of expediency and calculated benefit to the realm, more so than anything resembling justice. Pragmatism was the rule of the day, at leas...
2025-03-19 22:17:42 +0000 UTC
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"You know, at this point, we may well offer to foster Princess Alyssa or Prince Aelyx. It would do well for them to stay in the Gardens or at Sunspear rather than at Summerhall," Margaery proposed.
Quentyn shot her an amused look.
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"That is…a good proposition, and one that has the merit of being considered. I will touch on the subject with my sister and Prince Daeron when they're here."
"I am a mine of good ideas!" Margaer...
2025-03-17 11:00:05 +0000 UTC
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( Margaery POV )
"Remind me of your issue, Lady Valena?" Margaery asked with a calm tone.
The red-haired woman repressed a frown. She no doubt once saw herself occupying the chair Margaery currently sat in.
"We have had water shortages in our olive plantations, Princess." Valena Toland seemed to choke up these words. "The smallfolk think that the harvest will not be as good as the previous years."
"And how is the ...
2025-03-14 11:00:07 +0000 UTC
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( Ser Ilyn Payne POV )
Very few men had any reason to call Lord Tywin Lannister kind. Rather the opposite, his humorlessness and cruelty were somewhat games throughout the realm, in no small part due to his own funding of mummers to play "The Rains of Castamere" in every tavern in the seven kingdoms. Promoting a song about how you drowned a noble household alive tends to build a reputation.
Still, Ilyn was one of those very few men who had a reason to fee...
2025-03-13 14:21:09 +0000 UTC
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( Tywin POV )
Tywin Lannister sat on an ancient throne, carved of gold and ebony hardwood, it was a relic of ancient days, the Lannisters had many such thrones from their royal lineage, but this one had always been his favorite. It had belonged to Gerold the Great, a man he had always looked up to, and it fit his frame and structure well. He always had it to moved to the Golden Hall when he held his court in Casterly Rock, rare as that had been in his time as Lord.
<...
2025-03-13 14:21:07 +0000 UTC
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( Joanna POV )
'My dearest Tywin…' Joanna checked her handwriting, then double-checked it. She knew her husband loved her letters. He had told her so many times, so she always took extra care to make sure that they were perfect, and to rub a little bit of her perfume along the edges of the paper before she sealed the message. It was one more little way of telling her grumpy lion that she loved him.
Surveying her script, she found herself satisfied with ...
2025-03-13 14:20:29 +0000 UTC
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( Tywin POV )
Ser Bonifer was out in the tourney today, wheeling and riding and praying to the seven between every list. A fine enough knight and an excellent jouster, he was once smitten with queen Rhaella, before she married Aerys, but since her marriage, he had thrown himself into the faith. Seeing him joust again was unusual, but Tywin knew that in this case, the high Septon had encouraged the man. With the high nobility of Westeros watching this tourney he would be...
2025-03-13 14:20:13 +0000 UTC
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( Joanna POV )
She smelled King's Landing long before she saw it. It had been years since she'd been forced to endure that pungent odor as Queen Rhaella's handmaiden, and in her opinion, it hadn't been nearly long enough. The city was disgusting on the best of days, and in the midsummer heat, it was positively revolting. She saw that her children, riding with her in the carriage, were all pinching their noses, and she could hardly blame them.
"Ugh, mother wha...
2025-03-13 14:19:50 +0000 UTC
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( Tywin POV )
Tywin Lannister watched dispassionately as Ser Ilyn Payne screamed and cried upon the floor. The young man had done something foolish, and the king had punished him for it. He had paid the price of his tongue for voicing what had gradually become reality. Aerys was becoming an increasingly bad king, and Tywin was forced to hold the realm together by his will and wit lest his old friend's increasingly erratic decisions sunder it apart.
The necklace o...
2025-03-13 14:19:28 +0000 UTC
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( Joanna POV )
Seven save her from her children. They were lovely dears at times, but when they chose not to be, oh when they chose not to be!
Jaime and Cersei, when they had been babes had fussed constantly with each other. They'd fought while she'd fed them at her breasts, they'd fought with their food and rolling around on the ground, and it has caused her no end of heartache not least because she couldn't tell the little troublemakers apart. Jaime and Cersei ...
2025-03-11 14:34:01 +0000 UTC
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( Tywin POV )
Tywin Lannister was a grim man, thin as a bowstring but hard and sharp as flint, he was tall and whip-like with a willowy head of straw-blind hair and muscular wirey arms. All built to support a clever mind and a dour face. Tywin's brow was typically wrinkled, not by age, but by the grim countenance he maintained at nearly all times. Altogether, he was a fearsome, terrifying man with a dark reputation for destroying his enemies. The grim lion of Casterly R...
2025-03-11 14:30:05 +0000 UTC
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Name : GOT: Reborn as a Lannister
The story :
Reborn as the second son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna Lannister, Callum possesses otherworldly knowledge that will change everything—including the family dynamic.
2025-03-11 14:20:02 +0000 UTC
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( Daeron POV )
Jon looked at the sunrise beyond the Red Mountains.
It was a sight he could well never get tired of, from the view of the balconies of Summerhall. There, below him, were the green valleys which extended into large lakes, trapped between cliffs and mountains.
In front of him, in the distance, were the peaks that marked the border with Dorne, from which the sun slowly rose.
It had taken some time for him to ...
2025-03-11 13:31:40 +0000 UTC
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Epilogue: Daenerys
Daenerys scoured the ground below her, looking at the Dornish coast as it unfolded under Drogon.
The sandy beaches of Dorne started fading into the large dual cities of Sunspear and Planky Town, and the least she could say is that it had changed a lot since the last time she came here, almost fifteen years ago.
Sunspear and Planky Town had grown, and large ships now riddled both harbors, with new, large jetties dashing into the ocean from the do...
2025-03-08 10:21:01 +0000 UTC
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( Catelyn POV )
For the first time in gods knew how many years, festivities had come to Winterfell.
It was a relief, to finally be able to celebrate something, after all these years of darkness, since, even though the War for the Dawn was won, it left a taste of defeat for the North.
The Wall had been broken, the breach in it spanning leagues, which would be impossible to repair, the magic of Brandon the Builder having been lost to time.
Bear Island had bee...
2025-03-05 13:21:17 +0000 UTC
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"And blocks Moat Cailin as smallfolk start to realise the folly of trying to cross the Neck," Harlon Knott, a Mountain Clansmen with a thick, brown, beard and long hair scoffed. "They run south, and then realise that south of Moat Cailin lies the graveyard of the Andals, with swamps as far as the eyes can see."
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"Did Marlon Manderly not complain about this a few days ago?" asked Lyessa Flint. "If so, it presents another problem for the defense of the...
2025-03-03 10:00:07 +0000 UTC
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( Catelyn POV )
Hectic.
This was the word that best described the situation in Winterfell at the moment.
Complete madness had invaded the North and the castle, with the second War for the Dawn approaching…if it hadn't already started.
With a heavy heart, the Wildlings had told her that they had sealed the last entrances to the forts on the Wall due to more and more wight attacks. Attacks which strengthened with each passing d...
2025-02-27 14:35:05 +0000 UTC
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"The Valemen are mostly untouched, it is true, but they are in a difficult position. Lord Arryn's word is not law, he is contested. I am as well, it is true, but the Ullers are a voice drowned out by the others. Unfortunately, the young Lord Arryn is more engaged in a shouting match."
"And Lord Tully dislikes him," Arianne added.
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"You have the right of it." Quentyn pointed at her as if she had won some prize. "Lord Tully will make sure that Lord Arryn can neve...
2025-02-24 09:51:00 +0000 UTC
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( Arianne POV )
Arianne straightened up in her chair.
The past week had been a struggle for her. She hadn't slept much, she wished to eat all the time, she felt shortness of breath, heartache, swollen extremities…and that was without even considering how tired she felt all the time.
Though, her pregnancy was nearing its end. The new Grand Maester had announced that she would be delivering any day now, and all that there was to do was just wait.
Jon was wo...
2025-02-21 13:51:14 +0000 UTC
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"Place low prices for their grain, discharge most of the crown debt on them and the Lannisters, make them pay exorbitant reparations to the Tullys and Martells … in short, ruin them," Jon answered. "It's a simpler solution."
"The issue is…my brother." Arianne chuckled.
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"Indeed. Prince Quentyn moved fast. Gods only know how; he secured four betrothals. Princess Margaery to himself, Lady Alla Tyrell to Lord Cletus Yronwood, Lyonel Tyr...
2025-02-18 09:15:00 +0000 UTC
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"What happened to Grandmaester Pycelle?" she asked.
"He has a serious case of having his head removed from his shoulders." Arianne laughed. "Lannister creature…"
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Sansa nodded. She did not particularly like Pycelle, the memories of him checking her maidenhood were still fresh in her mind, but at least he actually cared for her health. Though, if he lived or died, she could not care.
"And you have not yet wed?" Sansa asked.
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2025-02-15 09:15:01 +0000 UTC
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( Sansa POV )
As the large ship with Martell sails finally docked, Sansa breathed a sigh of relief.
Never would she have imagined that she would be relieved to see the harrowing Red Keep, towering over Blackwater Bay, nor did she imagine she would smile while seeing the agglomeration of King's Landing looming on the horizon.
It had been a long journey since Sunspear. First, by horse, to Ghost Hill, where she stayed at least a week, waiting ...
2025-02-12 12:21:06 +0000 UTC
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"I expect you to have signed my brother's document before the end of the day, Lord Mace," the silver-haired man simply said. "As for the rest, you are still confined to your rooms, though I expect Princess Margaery can see her husband if she likes, but under strict guard."
Margaery breathed a huge sigh of relief, sinking back into her chair.
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As soon as the whole party was gone, leaving only the ...
2025-02-09 09:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Now…she would not dare to think what could happen to her little girl.
She was safe, at Highgarden, but for how long?
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Margaery therefore spent her days in silence, watching as her father and grandmother bickered, sometimes sparing a snide remark for her or her cousins, but she did not care.
She just stood and looked out of the window, to watch over the city that had once been under her and her family's...
2025-02-06 09:00:05 +0000 UTC
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( Margaery POV )
The view outside the window had not changed for some time. The view from her rooms continued to show a gloomy, grey sky and the bustling capital below.
The only difference is that the Tyrell, Baratheon and Lannister banners were gone, all replaced by the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, constantly taunting her.
The dragons, both literal and figurative, had come less than a week earlier.
The legendary bea...
2025-02-03 13:17:32 +0000 UTC
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Though, the most intriguing moment came when Lady Shireen came to sit next to her.
"May I sit here, Princess?" she asked in a sweet voice. "My feet are tired."
"Of course, Lady Shireen." Arianne nudged a little bit over from the sofa that had been prepared for her.
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Arianne stared at the young girl. She had to be about three-and-ten, with long, black, hair, a square jaw which reminded her of Quentyn's, large ears, but, most striking, grey and black stony...
2025-01-31 09:12:00 +0000 UTC
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