BoombaTheSaint

Twenty-one

King’s Landing

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 23)

Baelon II

Baelon felt grandfatherhood ill-fitted him. He was scarce versed in elder wisdoms to grant his grandchildren the sage guard they would crave. In truth, he doubted his readiness even for fatherhood, errors riddling his sons’ rearing.

Yet ask if love fled him for his...

Twenty

Braavos

598 SF (Eleventh Moon—Day 19) (98 AC)

Syrio I

The dragons are foe. This is a truth that must not be unforgotten even in summers stretching eons past this fleeting life.

Such were the words of the old mothers, whispered through centuries, when dragonlords hungered fierce for slaves and cruelties twisted...

Eighteen

Driftmark—Hull

98 AC (Eleventh Moon—Day 13)

Corlys II

Corlys prided himself on all he’d accomplished till now. He’d done what no man recorded had managed. In one lifetime—scarce that, even—he’d lifted a house with naught but ties to the ruling kin and forged a power feared and exalted.

His feats weren’t p...

Nineteen

Sweetport Sound

98 AC (Eleventh Moon—Day 15)

Viserra IV

Viserra beheld her little ser as he was drawn about upon that small wooden steed of his. Once more he made play at the joust, thrusting his cushioned lance into the pampered poppet erected for him amidst the garden’s verdure.

Jaedar laughed in his frolic, freer ...

Seventeen

Havenhall—Hreska

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 28)

Tobyn II

Tobyn had rolled into Havenhall a moon back, when that port still had no name worth spitting. Was a right ruckus then, but it had its ways. You hopped off the boat, got in a row, bunched up with a pack of strangers, hauled up for jawing, slapped with a number and a mark, ...

Sixteen

King’s Landing

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 22)

Daemon I

A foretold duel was no duel at all. This was truth etched deep as scripture, pure as blood. What thrill lingered in hazard when the end was scrawled plain, carved into the bones of fate?

None!

Little spark in defying destiny’s script. Nay, it was a labor steep...

6. Old Horrors

This world was strange.

“Are you sure none of your teeth have fallen from your gums, brother?” It was a fair question, I judged. In all my years here, never had I seen Rhaegar with a smile marred by loss. His teeth were ever whole, though by now time ought to have claimed a few.

I had once thought they must have fallen before my birth, and that the sorcery of our blood had spare...

5. Royal Order

In the moons that preceded the birth of the Lannister heir, the retinue from the riverlands came to King’s Landing. It was a whole host, near the measure of a village in span, lords great and small gathered to voice their woes and beg succour from their dragon betters. The new Paramount of the Trident came to bend the knee and swear his oaths. Bracken and Blackwood once more sought leave of t...

4. The Art of Cuisine

Cleanliness. Order. Skill. Delicacy. Passion. Yet above all, cleanliness—thrice more precious than any other virtue in the kitchen, where man’s most elemental need was wrought into sustenance.

Thus was I sorely displeased upon first stepping within this chamber, intent as I was to impart refinement, to enlighten with cuisines of sophistication and novelty, and to cast myself in the pa...

3. Twisted Realism

Existential dread was no stranger to me. Nay, I had worn it long, worn it often. At birth, this second birth, I felt its claws yet. And I wondered then, if I were fated to wander through countless rebirths, an endless succession of lifetimes. Never resting, never permitted to fade into the aether.

This I named the dread of eternity. In my first world, I had known the dread of mortality. Y...

2. Discarded Fate

Two years had now passed since mine awakening in this world. In that span, I had learned much, seen much, and come to grasp the traditions and workings of this realm medieval, of the culture of Targaryen, and the concessions it had yielded unto Andal ways.

I had gained respectable motion—no longer crawling, no longer staggering when I stood. Yet I must confess, I broke no records in suc...

1. Disheartenments of Infancy

In my life before, I would, in moments swollen with grievous stress, ponder how life might fare as an infant. A life idled in leisure, bereft of worry or demand. A dream most coveted by one shackled beneath the burdens of duty, borne of maturity and independence.

Yet, as I lay upon “this bed”, my gaze fixed upon a ceiling ancient and devoid of the aesthetics fore-promised by Pinterest...

Fifteen

King’s Landing

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 12)

Baelon I

The solar’s arched windows drank in the midday light, spilling a golden flood across the chamber, kindling a buoyant air. The room hummed with a careless ease, its monotony transmuted into something familiar yet wistful—a nostalgia for moments unlived, woven deep into...

Fourteen

King’s Landing

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 07)

Ilyn I

The ride was a dream woven in stillness, a sly quiet that masked its own motion. Subtle tremors, faint as a whisper, betrayed the truth of movement—born of forces beyond the carriage’s own frame. Ilyn was no stranger to such guile. He’d rolled through the realm in gilde...

Thirteen

[Rewritten—60% change]

King’s Landing

98 AC (Tenth Moon—Day 05)

Gael III

The bells of the Red Keep’s sept tolled, their knell rolling through the stone halls like a god’s dying breath. Each peal lingered far… lingered sad.

Gael sat rigid in the second pew, beneath a marble Crone whose lantern cast chill...

Ch: 12

King’s Landing

98 AC (Ninth Moon—Day 29)

Jaehaerys III

Jaehaerys sat motionless, his back settled against the cushioned chair, the familiar pressure easing the dull ache in his spine. For a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the small comfort—such indulgences meant more now than they once had. Perhaps tonight he would s...

Ch: 11

King’s Landing

98 AC (Ninth Moon—Day 29)

Jaehaerys II

His Hand was dying.

It should have torn at his heart, but Jaehaerys felt little grief—only the sharp, gnawing loss of a mind that matched his own. Barth had been a rare soul, and the king held no illusions that anyone would match the old septon’s steady judgme...

Ch: 7

King’s Landing

98 AC (Eighth Moon—Day 19) 

Gael I

The sun stood high overhead, a pale disc burning through the haze that hung over the Red Keep, casting its light across the garden’s tangled center—a hidden spot, hemmed in by twisted vines and crooked yew trees.

Gael sat cross-legged on a wool blanket, the g...

Ch: 3

King’s Landing 

98 AC (Seventh Moon—Day 29) 

Viserra II

The chamber smelled of old dust and melted wax, the air thick with the scent of parchment left too long untouched. Maps were scattered across the table, their corners curled, ink faded and smudged—some drawn before the Freehold fell, their borders marked b...

Ch: 10

King’s Landing

98 AC (Ninth Moon—Day 16)

Tobyn I

Tobyn was a proper idiot, the kind of unlucky sod whose luck could sour milk. He came from some piss-poor patch of dirt west of the Vale, scraping by under the boot of the Templeton lot. Sixteen years old and dumb with dreams, he up and ran off, chasing big plans in Gulltown...

Ch: 5

King’s Landing

98 AC (Eighth Moon—Day 15) 

Otto I

The prince’s fretting was something to see—rare as an honest dice throw. He kept his dealings close, guarded like a miser with coin. The tavern crowd claimed he had the brains and grit to match the old blood and hardened lords, though plenty still whispered he move...

Ch: 1

King’s Landing

98 AC (Seventh Moon—Day 22) 

Viserra I

The smell reached Viserra first—a trace of rot beneath old stone, laced with the fading warmth of a place once full. The Red Keep still pulsed with life, though quieter now. Her kin had scattered—some bound by duty, others sent to distant holds.

Her son t...

Ch: 4

King’s Landing

98 AC (Eighth Moon—Day 08) 

Viserra III

His hands grazed her skin—rough, warm, callused from work and sword—a firm, steady grip.

A shiver ran through her, a soft moan escaping. Vanys moved faster, thrusts precise, hitting deep. Her body, long neglected, ached and clung to him, eager. She arche...

Ch: 8

King’s Landing

Eighth Moon (98 AC)

Gael II

Dust swirled in the harsh midday light, kicked up by scurrying servants and the restless scrape of dragon claws on stone.

Gael lingered beside Silverwing, one gloved hand resting against the dragon’s shimmering hide—pearl-white streaked with silver veins, warm with the ban...

Ch: 9

Driftmark—High Tide

98 AC (Eighth Moon—Day 24)

Corlys I 

Corlys Velaryon slumped in his chair, sawing at a roast capon with a silver knife that caught the pale light of dawn. He chewed slowly, jaw working, thoughts festering like damp wood left too long in the hold. His eyes flicked to the empty seats—two grand chai...

Ch: 6

King’s Landing

98 AC (Eighth Moon—Day 16) 

Otto II

“Ser Maynard Plumm will dine with you, Ser Otto,” Garlan said quietly, his voice flat and tired. It had only been a few hours since the runner bolted off with the summons. “He’s coming alone—no family in tow.”

Otto barely registered the words, lettin...

Ch: 2

King’s Landing

98 AC (Seventh Moon—Day 22) 

Jaehaerys I

The sky had darkened as noon neared, the promise of rain heavy in the air before nightfall swallowed the day.

In his solar, Jaehaerys stood before a window, the clear glass a gift from the bronze-men south of the bastard daughters. Beyond, the storm churned...

Twelve

King’s Landing

98 AC (Ninth Moon—Day 29)

Jaehaerys III

Jaehaerys sat still, his back melded to the cushioned chair, its familiar embrace easing the gnaw in his spine. For a moment, he let himself savour the small comfort—such indulgences carried more weight than they once did. Mayhap tonight he’d sink into the hot wate...

Eleven

King’s Landing

98 AC (Ninth Moon—Day 29)

Jaehaerys II

His Hand was dying.

It should have clawed at his heart, yet Jaehaerys felt scant grief—only the sharp vexation of seeking another mind as keen. Barth was a rare soul, and the king harboured no hope that his successor would match the old septon’s blunt wit or s...

11. Routines and Classes (4)

Highlands, Hogwarts

01-09-1969

Perteus Graymort:

We threaded back to the castle’s pulsing heart, where students sprawled in careless clumps—lounging on benches, their chatter a low hum beneath the stone arches, like drowsy bees too idle...