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Short Break Before the Winterfell Arc ❄️

Hey everyone!

Just a small update: I’m taking a short break and will be back on Wednesday (22nd Oct).

Aegon’s long journey to the North is about to reach its end, and the next chapter will bring his first meeting with the Starks.

Thank you a...

Chapter 67 Threads

The sun was sinking, bleeding its last light. The weather was very cold. On a small rise with rocks and sparse, dried trees, Aegon was cutting the branches of a dead trunk with his sword. When he had gathered enough, he carried the bundle to a clear patch of ground. A few meters away, Dreamfyre l...

Chapter 66 Her

The first light of dawn had yet to clear away the mist from the Green Fork. Lady Serena Frey, already dressed and composed, sat in a high-backed chair in her solar. 

Before her, Cayla stood, looking like a flower that had been forced to bloom in the moonlight; her beauty was vivid, but...

Chapter 65 Deny?

The door clicked shut, a sound as final as a tomb sealing. Cayla stood frozen in the center of the prince’s chamber, her scripted lines forgotten in the chasm of his silence. She had braced herself for a lecherous grab, a drunken slur, the kind of clumsy advance she knew how to deflect with a s...

Chapter 64 Hospitality

The sharp and cold morning wind brushed past Aegon’s face. Frost clung to the edges of his gloves. He had wrapped his face, for the air was cold enough to sting his lungs with every breath. Beneath him, Dreamfyre’s great wings beat in steady rhythm, pushing against the pale sky. Below, the Ri...

Chapter 63 Mercy

Aegon walked toward the river, chuckling. The woods were quiet save for the rustle of branches in the breeze and the steady crunch of twigs beneath his boots. 

He had long noticed the two knights the moment he arrived at the inn. Though he did not know their purpose, nor why they had c...

Chapter 62 Demon

The sunlight spilled across the small inn room. Aegon stirred, letting out a long yawn before stretching his arms wide. With a steadying breath, he recalled the spirituality he had left spread around him. For the entire night he had maintained a five-meter field, his awareness blanketing the room...

Chapter 61 Coin

The little market at the crossroads was bustling with activity. Carts stood hub to hub beneath the line of trees. A brace of hens scratched under a wagon. Somewhere a cooper’s mallet knocked out a dull even rhythm. Women haggled over lengths of ribbon and tin brooches. A pedlar clinked his tray...

Chapter 60 Journey

Aegon stood beside his table, bent slightly over a parchment. The candlelight reflected in his silver-gold hair. The journey to Winterfell would be long, even by dragonback. He had mapped the stops carefully: Two Crowns inn, the Twins, and finally north to Winterfell. It would be a matter of days...

Chapter 59 Shield

Late at night, a hooded, cloaked figure emerged slowly from an inconspicuous hidden tunnel in the Red Keep. He looked around cautiously and moved through the empty streets toward the city, deftly avoiding the patrols of the gold cloaks.

The figure stopped in front of a stone house, glanced ...

Chapter 58 Cruel?

Aegon sat for a while, studying it in the lamplight, the dark purple edges glimmering faintly. The crystal was small, no larger than a walnut, yet his spirituality reacted as if he were holding a viper in his hand.

Although his danger awareness could sense poison, he knew its limits well. I...

Chapter 57 Poison

The palace of the Sealord was a place of splendor. Its walls were pale marble veined with silver-grey, and its high windows caught the moonlight off the lagoon.

The Sealord of Braavos sat in a high-backed chair of dark ebony. His eyes were sharp, dark as obsidian, his robe a deep violet. Ri...

Chapter 56 Ring

Ser Clement stabbed down three or four times, each thrust a dull thud against burnt flesh. The sound was faint but sickening, and it carried through the stunned silence of the hall. The reek of scorched flesh assaulted the knight’s nostrils, as he grimaced.

“Is it dead now?” ...

Chapter 55 My Friend, Anya

“Quicker, Matilda,” called the head maid, her sharp voice cutting through the clatter of pots and pans.

Matilda adjusted the platter in front of her, steadying her hands as she set the roast into place. The kitchen hall was alive with motion, maids moving in and out with baskets, cooks ...

Chapter 54 Danger

King’s Landing, Red Keep

The winter sun slanted over the garden walls. Septon Barth stood beside King Jaehaerys, who sat comfortably on a carved chair near the trees.

“Winterfell?” Barth asked, adjusting his robes. “Does the boy mean to be fostered with Lord Stark?”

Ja...

Chapter 53 Letter

Lys, Nightfall

The pleasure house stood at a bend in the canal, where swan boats drifted by on the water. Brightly painted doors opened onto an entryway draped with silk panels that stirred in the breeze, softening the sound of voices and footsteps. Inside, under the warm glow of lamplight,...

Good News and Bad News 📖🔥

Hey everyone, I have a bit of good news and a bit of bad news.

Good news: The next Patreon update will be on Wednesday, 27th August, and I will be posting two chapters together.

Bad news: There will be no upda...