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Thank you for your patience, Dear Readers. Duncan_Randar is back bright and strong after sniffing some mountain air and keeping (as much as possible) away from electronic devices! Here is a new chapter for you, as promised! Happy Reading! ********* POV: The Frosty Queen of Spices Main Table. A few minutes after a reluctant father decided to accept the humiliating fate that awaited his Ancient, Respected and Honorable Household... There was still a need to wait a few minutes; Prince Doran…-
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POV: The Bride Table of the bride and groom. A minute after a dwarf accepted with infinite gratitude a gesture of friendship... "The Representative of the Sealord of Braavos and the Honorable Iron Bank, Director General Tycho Nestoris." Announced the Chief Herald in Barrowton's service. The foreigner clad in leather and silken farsettos bowed in Braavosi style. "Honorable, Warden Tycho... Truly, milord, there was no need for any gift. Your city has already done so much for my family," greeted…
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POV: Domeric Bolton Festive pavilions, northwest side a quarter mile from the walls of Barrowton. About two hours after a ceremony took place... Northern tradition required the husband to carry the bride to the wedding banquet table. Obviously, this was not within the possibilities of Jorah Mormont since the couple, wanting to bestow honours and festivities on all the thousands of guests, could not set up the banquet inside Barrow Hall. Therefore, hundreds of pavilions, party tents and endless…
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POV: Dacey Mormont Godswood, Barrow Hall. Year 290, first day of the first moon. About seven hours after a Dwarf was tugged in mid-air... Three hundred guests were welcomed inside the Godswood. The royal family, all the great families of Westeros, the great nobles of the North, the Night's Watch, and representatives of the greatest cities of Essos. Only a few members were the exception to the rule. House Harwood, Slate, and four more minor new Barrowlands lineages loyal to Lady Barbrey, whose…
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POV: Duncan Barron Hall. Year 290, first day of the first moon. (Less than half a day before the start of the Wedding). About half an hour a couple danced... I paused to admire the light show in front of me from the east tower balcony. Barrowton bore a slight resemblance to Edoras, the capital of Rohan. There was a breathtaking view from the hilltop fortress of Great Barrow. Not to the levels of Casterly Rock indeed, but still admirable. Nearly a thousand pavilions adorned with tens of…
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POV: Tycho Nestoris Personal travelling carriage of the Director General, Barrowton. A few minutes after, a little prince from the North bestowed on the Lady and Lord of Barrow Hall an eloquent thanks... The escort of mercenaries in the pay of the new Director General of the Iron Bank, Tycho Nestoris, had just been politely directed to the prepared halls. Only Tycho, his two personal assistants, and his loyal captain of the armed escort, Berand, had been granted an invitation to stay in Barrow Hall.…
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Sorry for the delay, dear readers. I am recently back from 5 hours of unplanned overtime at work.... But I still promised you that the chapter would be out on Tuesday. It is still 10:55 Pm here at my place, so I am still in the time slot of Tuesday, July 12. Happy Reading, all of you! And I hope the wait was worth it! ************** POV: The Lady of Winterfell Barrow Hall Entrance. Year 289, thirtieth day of the twelfth moon. The wedding is one day away. About an hour after a bard named…
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POV: Ser Meryn 'The Brave Andal' Barrow Hall. A few minutes after a Lioness exulted within herself... Meryn had to be careful and take his to leave his rooms at the first opportunity. He had to change his pants and breeches before he was laughed at by all the nobility of Westeros. But to do so, he had first to receive the hospitality of those Northern Barbarians, eating bread and salt and drinking their damned mead. The danger was not yet wholly averted... How he wished he could vent his fury and…
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POV: The Legitimate Queen Barrow Hall. About half an hour after a small player retired with his tail between his legs... The first formal greetings and bows were performed appropriately enough. Robert noisily embraced Lord Jorah Mormont, who futilely tried to maintain a semblance of composure. The King dragged one of the alleged Heroes of the Siege of Pyke into the hallway of the Hall, almost disregarding receiving permission from the Lady of Barrowton first... Perhaps the harassment of that…
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POV: Jeor Mormont Barrow Hall. A couple of hours after the last noble guest of The Reach received his welcome... It was almost dusk, and the darkness of night loomed over the Barrowlands. The new 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch approached the front door further. The man was escorted by two other trusted members of the brotherhood in black, the first recruiter Yoren and the first attendant Bowen Marsh. The long waiting line was coming to an end--very soon, after Lord Yohn Royce and his…
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