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CHP 73: Insult To War

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I quietly bit an apple, watching Arya strike away at a strawman with a small blade, designed purely for thrusting and increased maneuv...

CHP 72: Playground

I tossed my squ-... former squire onto the battlement and plopped down on the wet parpet, resting my chin on my palm. Beyond, the once verdant plains of grass that surrounded burned where they were not charred earth.

A creation of my own two hands, or claws, and yet one I didn't find myself...

CHP 71: Grace & Fury

As ever, Robb watched from Harrenhal's battlements, wearing a mask of stone that betrayed none of the fear and anxiety that made his heart drum against his chest so loud it drowned out even the drums of war that beat all around.

Constant, everpresent.

Fiery war engines hurled great ma...

CHP 70: History Repeated

"You were not with the Wildl-... Free folk."

I leaned against the window, watching the last of the fearful wildlings filter in through the only remaining opening left in the Wall. The Northmen seemed equally unsettled, and uneasily gripped their spikes, watching with nervous eyes as rough m...

CHP 69: Natural Enemy?

Jon's eyes briefly flickered to Mance, and then to Val. It became apparent that none of them had the faintest idea just what he was talking about... Well, Jon did to some extent but he had also seen the Others before.

He'd seen their icy blades, heard their old and powerful words carried by...

CHP 68: A Thousand Mistakes And Then One

I crouched and waved my hand in Jon's unamused face with an amused grin.

"How's it been, Jon Stark?" 

Roach had decided that hoisting him by his neck and running at 'breakneck' speeds to reach me was apparently the best idea. It did not help that he tossed him into snow once they...

CHP 67 (2/2): Madness

Robb Stark stood sentinel, watching the night sky quietly from the tall curtain wall. Grey Wind nestled below him, content to sit and lick his paws.

There were no stars to behold, and no moon to light the darkness that seemed to stretch on endlessly down below. It was a sight he had grown u...

CHP 67 (1/2): Small Council Meeting VI (?)

(A/N: This and the next post were written together, but it felt better to section them because of their nature.)

"This is madness," Cersei said quietly.

She smiled with grace, and with uncontested beauty, one hand over her belly as she waved the other at the cheering smallfolk. <...

CHP 66: The Bigger They Are...

I sat by the hearth in Val's 'home', munching on a rabbit leg roasted with the most basic of salts and dry herbs I'd stole-... appropriated. 

It was the spoils of her hunt, but... 

I cast a glance over my shoulder, at the blonde woman lying in furs, her breasts heaving up an...

CHP 65: Unwise Notions

Kneeler-... what?

I cocked my head, and unceremoniously gestured to the havoc around us, then at the hole in the mountain beside her and finally, I pointed a finger at the bits of crushed stone buried into the snow and at the moaning giant stumbling about behind me.

"I don't think tha...

CHP 64: Illiterate Schmuc-

(A/N: Minor edits, no need to reread if you have already.)

I rubbed my hands together, dangling my feet off a glacial cliff as I watched the Sun peek from behind distant snow-capped mountains. Down below, the depths disappeared into distant shadows that seemed to coil and turn just out of e...

CHP 63: Blubbering Fool?

(A/N: Boredom will kill me before the pain. I spend half the day doped up on pain meds anyway. This one got done a lot faster than the one before it.)

Jon stuck close to the wall of ice beside as they passed by a ridge, groping at gaps that weren't there as he sucked in the chill air again ...

CHP 62: Winter Comes

(A/N: I understand that it might not be the best of decisions to write when one of my arms looks like an overcooked steak and the other is broken but, in my defense, I'm bedridden and it's extremely boring to sit around and do nothing all day. Four fingers are still working. Granted, it did take ...

CHP 61: Lord Snow

I was led past shoddy stone towers and timber keeps as passers-by watched on in curiosity. I even saw a few familiar faces from Winterfell who looked as though they had seen some ghost. There was recognition in the eyes of others, followed by doubt and confusion.

It was quite entertaining w...

CHP 60: Snowy Paths

Scaling the seven hundred foot tall wall of ice wasn't impossible per se, just that it wouldn't be worth the time it took to do so.

And, adaptable as humans were, they had built a sort of lift system to go up, consisting of winch-drawn metal cages that groaned under my weight the moment I s...

CHP 59: The Wall

I stood at the head of the galley, a foot on the bow that creaked and groaned under the weight of men, horses, and whatever supplies Stannis had brought along. The journey had been pleasant for the most part, with strong winds hurrying us along the plotted course and oddly, no storms in sight.&nb...

CHP 58: Small Council Meeting - V

Cersei knew by the look on Tyrion's face that he was hiding something from her, something that concerned them because for all his guile and tact, the little monster did value his family far more than they ever did.

Yet, as Queen Mother, there were certain things expected of her.

So, s...

CHP 57: Dragonlord

"Huh. Earlier than last time."

I cast a disinterested glance at the vast expanse of sand around me, stretching to the horizon under a raging sky. Thunder roared, and crimson lightning surged above dark clouds that did little to dull its brilliance. It continually attempted to creep into win...

CHP 56: Great War

"So, so, how did you stop her?" Shireen asked excitedly, bobbing her little head up and down. The child was how I expected one her age to behave... unfortunately, her mother didn't agree with me and so Shireen was sad and quiet most of the time.

Selyse Florent, the Queen, had made it so. Se...

CHP 55: A Smuggler's Doubts

Davos Seaworth stood in a quiet corner of the Round Hall, listening to the Storm Lords bicker amongst themselves over the war for the throne.

It had become routine now.

They would convene, they would argue and bicker, perhaps even come to blows, then they would forget themselves and K...

CHP 54: Tea Party

Stannis furrowed his thick brow, a hand on the round table set up in the centre of the hall. He had ordered his bannermen to leave, and they had complied without question.

All save for one.

A slight man that stood a few steps behind Stannis himself. Much like his King, he too wore a s...

CHP 53: Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

The Kingsroad stretched from the so-called Wall in the far North, all the way to Storm's End. 

So, with a route already mapped out, and a steed that rode faster than most creatures could perceive, it didn't take long to ride deep into the Kingswood and enter the Stormlands.

The f...

CHP 52: Den of Lions

"That sword..."

A gruff voice called out as I was exploring the corridors of the Red Keep in the morning.

I kept my hood on, and most of the patrolling soldiers steered clear for the simple fact that someone who walked around like he was meant to be there couldn't possibly be an intru...

CHP 51: Kingmaker

I cared for others now that I had to no longer worry about myself each moment. An oddly selfish thing, or that was what the human mind would make of it.

I just accepted the truth the moment it dawned on me rather than skirt around it and try to stubbornly deny it for no reason. It wasn't as...

CHP 50: Beauty

For a rule that was on the verge of crumbling, King's Landing was in a much better state than I would have expected.

But then again, humans were like that. The exceptional among them would often forcefully drag along the rest, intentionally or otherwise. Tywin Lannister was good at what he ...

CHP 49: Small Council Meeting - IV

"Should we kill him?" Cersei pondered, eyes wandering across King's Landing from the window of the Small Council chamber. She put her hands against her navel, one over the other, and took a deep breath to calm her heart, feeling the smooth fabric of her golden dress.

The realm was at war, t...

CHP 48: Old Acquaintances

"Been a while, boy." I stroked Roach's neck as he ran, leaving dust and smoke in his wake as it carved a path through the grassy plains around Harrenhal.

The horse neighed, loud as a beast before picking up the pace and galloping even faster. Lightning arched from his feet. It seared the gr...

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CHP 47: Cold Wrath

The next day, much of the combined Northern-Riverland host started marching along the River Road while those left behind made preparations to join them. Their personal quarrels were quashed under an iron fist by their commanders, who were straightened out by Robb the prior day.

The River Lo...

CHP 46: Gripes of Age

I sat by a rushing stream, one of many that slithered through Riverrun's godswood before emptying out into one of the two rivers running beside the castle. There was no real place to sit there, but I'd never been averse to plopping down in thick grass.

"You're a dumb little shit, aren't you...