Myrcella realized her mistake the moment the words left her mouth. She instinctively wanted to cover it up, to smooth things over, but she hadn’t expected Aegor to react so quickly—or so strongly. She tensed, shrinking back slightly, and obedi...
2025-01-29 19:37:19 +0000 UTC View Post"Exactly. When everyone else is basking in the joy of their newfound autonomy, only to discover that one of their supposed allies refuses to cooperate and instead seeks to undermine their hard-won victory, they will cast that person out. They’ll...
2025-01-29 19:37:00 +0000 UTC View PostIn theory, the entirety of Oldtown—its people and its assets—belonged to House Hightower.
The citizens of this great city were little more than serfs, burdened with heavy taxes and feudal obligations. They not only endured the tithes an...
Baelor Hightower acted just in time to stop his younger brother from committing an irreversible mistake.
A sharp reprimand snapped Humphrey’s attention back to reality.
“Lord Hand—what—you… You call that a reasonable reques...
"Move?"
Baelor Hightower’s heart lurched.
He had only just lowered himself into his seat when the words struck him like a thunderclap, making him hesitate before fully settling in. His back went rigid, and he forced a confused expr...
If the Wall was the largest man-made structure in the world of ice and fire, then the Hightower of Oldtown was certainly the tallest.
A castle and a lighthouse combined, it was an unmistakable landmark, standing out as if the gods themselve...
A blast of dragonfire erupted from Drogon’s maw, a tongue of orange-yellow flame licking across the earth in a precise, sweeping arc.
It caught Harry Strickland in mid-sprint, barely a hundred yards from where he had started.
The h...
“Right thumbprint!”
A single command from Aegor cut through the tense silence.
An Unsullied soldier and Myrcella bolted toward the carriage where Aegor kept his inkpad.
Meanwhile, Harry Strickland, sensing imminent disaste...
“How did this happen? Who killed Prince Aegon?”
Daenerys lifted her head, her violet eyes—usually warm, sometimes seductive—now burning with fury as they swept over the assembled officers of the Golden Company. Finally, her gaze loc...
On the open bed of the wagon, amid layers of luxurious silks and fine wool, lay a young man with silver hair, his face pale, his eyes closed in death. There was no mistaking him—this was the so-called "son of Rhaegar," the pretender Aegon Targar...
2025-01-29 19:34:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe moon hung high, its light silvering the land, while sparse stars flickered in the vast night sky. A gentle spring breeze rustled through the brush and grass, carrying with it the faint chirping of insects. It was the kind of night that spoke o...
2025-01-29 19:34:10 +0000 UTC View Post“Mace Tyrell must be kept alive. And once you take Storm’s End, you will destroy this document in my presence. Until then, I trust it will offer you some peace of mind.”
Lyon narrowed his eyes at the sellsword captain—a look he had ...
The flat, open fields of the Reach were good for many things—hiding was not one of them.
That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Neither side could set an ambush, sparing both parties the trouble of scheming or fearing the other’s deceit...
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"Most of a dragon's magical energy is wasted."
Aegor didn't hear these words until he was standing in front of Rhaegal once more, listening as Daenerys relayed the spell’s details to Kinvara, the second Red Priestess. Only...
A devil. This man is an absolute devil.
Margaery trembled once more, her hands and feet icy cold.
But unlike the last time—mere minutes ago—her mind was no longer a chaotic mess. This time, she saw Aegor’s intentions with terri...
"So you're really going to keep making this joke?" Margaery was beginning to lose patience. The man in front of her was clearly intelligent—so why was he being so utterly unreasonable on this point? "Then tell me, Lord Hand—this so-called 'rel...
2025-01-29 19:32:42 +0000 UTC View PostNow this—this was a negotiation.
Aegor silently savored the intoxicating taste of victory—a fine vintage called "submission at the gates." Straightening slightly, he prepared to critique the little queen’s performance.
"Lady Ma...
To be honest, Aegor rather enjoyed this.
It was true—Margaery’s arguments held merit—but they were old, predictable, and lacked real weight. He shrugged slightly, neither agreeing nor denying her words.
He didn’t make a show ...
"It's all yours."
With a light, almost playful tone, the Queen tossed out the half-sentence before turning and gliding away.
This wasn’t an abandonment of duty. Aegor had secured this authority long before setting out on his Wester...
The green dragon had never carried a rider before. When it crouched down, it had intended only to display submission, not to invite Aegor onto its back. Unsurprisingly, then, Rhaegal lowered itself, but unlike its elder brother, it did not instinc...
2025-01-29 19:31:32 +0000 UTC View PostThe moment Daenerys phrased her question, Aegor felt his heart sink.
She didn’t say “the false king.” She said, my nephew.
That small detail spoke volumes. Even if she didn’t fully believe it, she at least had doubts—enough...
As the most powerful man and woman on the continent, their so-called "walk" was, of course, never just a casual stroll. True to expectation, Daenerys soon shifted the conversation to matters happening not here in the west, but in the east, where a...
2025-01-29 19:30:57 +0000 UTC View PostConsidering the logistical burden on the Crownlands and the efficiency of resupplying along the way, Aegor had deliberately dispersed the weaker Riverland levies and the unruly Northmen when the main force of his Western Expedition set out. The ar...
2025-01-29 19:30:37 +0000 UTC View Post"Impossible!"
King Aegon shot to his feet, his face flushed with fury. "I will not cower behind my own Hand like some sniveling coward, begging my aunt for forgiveness!"
They hadn't even managed to salvage a single ballista.
"...
Has anyone ever used shadow-binding like this before?
Broad daylight. In full view of thousands.
A shadow surged straight through the heart of the battlefield, slipping past legions of soldiers, heading directly for the enemy's comma...
It seemed absurd that the soldiers of both armies could struggle to distinguish friend from foe, but the reality was that both sides bore the same sigil—the Three-Headed Red Dragon.
Neither Daenerys nor young Aegon had been willing to mod...
A sea of metal, banners, and bloodied helmets churned across the battlefield, an unrelenting tide of war. At its heart, like a lone reef amidst the storm, Jon Connington stood still, his gaze fixed on the impenetrable tortoise-like formation of th...
2025-01-29 19:29:25 +0000 UTC View Post"Gather the baggage train guards, the kitchen hands, and every man in the southern second phalanx who can still lift a weapon. Bring them to me."
Aegor had accepted the reality of his situation. There was only one choice left.
"Send ...
Aegor sensed something was wrong even before the call for reinforcements reached him.
Following the principle of “balanced combat distribution,” the explosive grenades of the western campaign army had been evenly allocated among the nin...
The sharp blast of horns cut through the chaos of battle, accompanied by the rise of a stark black banner. Like a tide of midnight, the armored warriors who had instilled fear into nobles and slave masters alike surged forward, flowing through the...
2025-01-29 19:28:33 +0000 UTC View Post