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Chapter II.5: The Stranger's Many Faces See Differently (I) "-. Week 4, Month 3, Year 7976 ALN / 278 AC .-" They'd left Winterfell on the first day of the first week of the third moon of the year. The sky was sunny, the realm's affairs in order, the right deputies instated, and their bonded...

The Seventy-Seven Theses By yearning of the righteous truth and the desire to bring it into the light so long denied, the following profferances will be discussed at Maidenpool, under the auspice of the Revered High Sparrow, Foremost Wandering Minister, Great Shepherd of the Faithful True...

This is before the Rose appears.

"-. The Father .-" (II) Steffon was wrong. Manderly wasn't the fattest man he'd ever seen, he was only the second fattest man he'd ever seen, enough that he should still be able to sit a horse if the animal was large enough. He sure seemed bigger than he was, though, with all those layers...

"-. THE FATHER .-" (I) Looking forward to peace and quiet after years of not getting any peace and quiet made life so much brighter! After the first cold of his life joined hands with indigestion to ruin the tourney for him, Steffon Baratheon was quite glad to finally have something to buoy...

Eh, let's not be too hasty in assuming Aerys can reliably predict the next plot advancement, even if he canonically likes to try instigating it.

That has nothing to do with stuff happening over in the Vale. Steffon went to the Mansions of the Pious to make sure the premises were fitting the King, who would have to basically keep order during the synod that's happening now. Steffon, JonCon and Barristan went in, but only the latter two...

Eh? What? Rhaegar's fine.

Three guesses who the Father is. ==================================== "-. THE MOTHER .-" Rhaella climbed out of the big wooden tub and held out her arms for Melessa to help her into her shift. Around them, her wedding vestments were brought for by her other ladies-in-waiting. Each garment...

Chapter II.4: Burned Wedding Crashers Make for Stringy Crow Food "-. THE WARRIOR .-" Women, thought Robert Baratheon, were like the rain: slick, loud and wet where you most and least liked it. Alyssa Waynwood was a daddy's girl and then some, which meant she wasn't shy about speaking her...

"-. 278 AC .-" Upon finishing his short summary of the ages' worth of history he had recently stolen from the closest thing the world had to a hell, Maester Luwin had the dubious honour of seeing Lord Rickard Stark completely lose his temper. Or, well, perhaps not quite completely since he...

Well, there was a positive unintended consequence of Artys' crusade, but the Valyrians never found out about it.

A/N: As always, any passages you might recognize are there because the wording is important. Also, they sound good. ================================= "-. 8,000 BC – 278 AC .-" Once upon a time there was civilization. Then it exploded. This tale begins with the end of the world, when...

Not really actually, Luwin was right that it was a backdoor - as in, the fact he found and used it was against the design. What he did that got him burned was something else. Yes, the railroads are all made of wood right now, and they'll stay that way for the foreseeable future. And Luwin...

A/N: I originally wanted to take this further in this part, but progress slowed to a crawl when I decided I didn’t want yet another long conversation scene. Hope you can chew on this bone while I figure out the best storytelling device for the meat. “-. 278 AC .-“ Flying. Just one moment...

It wasn't at attack. At least not exactly. Not this time anyway.

A/N: Credit to ctc1000 for all the useful trivia at the end of chapters on FF.net, I probably wouldn't have found out about low-tech rebreathers without it. ====================================== "-. 278 AC .-" Luwin woke to bone-deep weakness, a mighty thirst, and a strangely sweet smell...

Naturally, going "him against the world' would be way too contrived in the other direction. The list of potential enemies was just that: a list of potential enemies based solely around who Marwyn speculated might have the means to do some long-range fuckery if they happened to get their hands on...

“-. 278 AC .-“ Lord Rickard’s meeting didn’t involve who Luwin thought it did. In fact, the better part of it wasn’t even a proper meeting at all, beyond three people happening to be in the Lord’s Suite sitting room at the same time. As soon as he got in and greeted the man and the Lady Lyarra...

Having so quickly reached the point where I seriously have to worry about hating the process of updating this story in the future, I've decided that treating complex themes via the medium of fanfiction isn't worth it. I clearly overestimated the benefit of the doubt I earned with my...