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Surprise! -------------------- Chapter 52: Undying. Joffrey's knights swept throughout the northern ends of the Bay of Crabs, taking out deserters and holdouts as they marched on Gulltown. They quickly realized there would be no siege though; the city had already been set ablaze. Aegon's sellswords had been the first to flee the battlefield, and thus the ones which had suffered the least amount of casualties. They had turned on their masters pretty quickly after news of the defeat had reached them,…-
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Chapter 51: Gold. The days and weeks passed quickly to Sansa; settling in the hostages from the Reach and overseeing the various effects of the war. Things had been not as bad as she'd first thought; the horror of the battle and Father's, Jory's, Lyra's and many other's harrowing funerals had tilted her perception of the world during the first months of her recovery. Mother and Robb came south, and she was glad the latter could serve the role of strong older brother to Bran and Arya. The tearful reunion…
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Chapter 50: Curses and Spiders. She smiled like a lazy cat as she stretched, making her best impression of a jealous limpet as she cuddled even closer to Joffrey, savoring his athletic form with her hands. "Someone woke up in a good mood," he said with a fond smile as he hugged her back with one hand, the other gently stroking her face. "Now we can do this every night and no one in the kingdoms can bat an eyelash," she said in infinite contentment. "I don't know, the forbidden aspect did give it a…
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Chapter 49: Howl. Her little shadow war with Varys had been an incredible learning -and humbling- experience; which was one of the reasons the man was still alive. Other than serving as a sort of training dummy for Sansa though, the Master of Whispers was a very useful font of knowledge about their adversaries and even neutrals of the budding civil war. Though always taking his word with a hefty shipload of salt, Sansa had learned more about the Iron Islands in a month than what she would have known after…
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AN: Small update, but better to keep em coming right? -------- --- Chapter 48: Magnar. "But that's just it Your Grace, she paid absolutely nothing!" the merchant blustered, thoroughly discontented as the seamstress shook her head harshly. The woman shook her head again as she looked at Sansa, "If that cloth were any more rotten, mice would have jumped out of it! You said that-" "Shut up you lying whore!" the man interrupted her abruptly, "I will see you flogged for this! Mark my wo-" "SILENCE!"…
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Chapter 47: Storm. Joffrey was laying on his belly as he surveyed the burning center of the great camp, the fires already spreading as indistinct shadows fought each other in a spreading conflagration of madness, fire, and death. He moved the far eye towards the west. He estimated at least a thousand men making a run for it in the middle of the night, away from the safety of the camp and lugging all they could, mainly coffers and bales of wheat. Organization amongst the group seemed sparse, and Joffrey…
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Interlude: The Turtle Lord. Lord Eldon Estermont sighed, this was clearly leading nowhere… The grand pavilion looked as fine as ever, beautifully decorated and supplied with mastercrafted chairs and tables… it was the current occupants that were rather souring the already rotten mood. "This is chaos," said Lord Arstan Selmy as he shook his head. Many of the younger Stormlords had taken a liking to the Lord of Harvest Hall these past few weeks, being a man of calm demeanor who did not hide his anger…
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Chapter 46: Raiders. Their wedding was a rushed affair. The High Septon had barely finished the rites when two crowns had been brought forward, the wedding turning into a coronation about twenty minutes after Ned had solemnly removed the Stark cloak from Sansa's shoulders. That whole day seemed to pass in a rush to Joffrey. Sansa's hidden anxiety had been as clear as daylight to him as the High Septon placed a crown on her head, even if no one else had been able to detect it. Her impish smile as he broke…
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Surprise! Let's get this back on track shall we? -: PD :- Chapter 45: Sons and Fathers. Sansa had discovered that there were simply not enough hours in the day to do everything she needed to do, and had come to the horrifying conclusion that waking up before the sun was the She was reading the latest reports from their trading expedition to Braavos by the candlelight when a sudden noise made her freeze. She silently drew her dagger from her hidden sleeve, standing up so as to not make a sound as she…
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-: PD :- Interlude: The Messenger. Gorryl cursed as he tripped over a log, falling to the mud with a squelch. His budding training took hold though, the familiar experience guiding his legs as he cushioned the fall and leapt back on his feet despite the muck, vaulting over the next log wall with a grunt. The light rain was like a fine mist hanging in the air, doing its best to try and mess with his eyes and make him fall again. Now came the hardest part, as well as the last… at least officially. The…
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