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The closer he got to the island, the colder it got. He regretted not bringing warmer clothes. Luckily, he didn't feel tired; his upper body gave him that advantage. Soon, he reached the fog, which weakened his vision. He tried to stay focused. One direction, no stopping. If he stopped, he risked...
"Harrenhal is cursed. People throughout the Seven Kingdoms talk about the ghosts here. It has seen more owners in three hundred years than any other castle in its entire existence." The old woman's voice was soft and weak. But it was full of malice. "My family was a victim of that curse. I'm...
The first rays of daylight hit his face. His unconscious hand searched the bed, finding no one there.
His wife was already awake, sitting at his desk. Her beautiful face was furrowed in concentration, and Jaehaerys wondered if she was squinting to see better or if it was just a simple gesture...
"I know it's not even close to the Red Keep," he said as they walked. They reached the stretch of land between the broken towers. To the naked eye, he could only guess that one or two football fields would fit between the towers.
Jaehaerys understood why Qyburn had asked for them to be torn...
"You can ride in the carriage with Serena; you don't need to ride beside me." They were both on their way to Harrenhal.
Jaehaerys appreciated the change of scenery. In King's Landing, even in his small quarters, he had almost forgotten what fresh air smelled like.
Daenerys had enjoyed it much...
Jaehaerys woke up satisfied. His wife was sleeping beside him. But not for long. The princess sensed his movements and opened her eyes. He kissed her. They both got up silently. She seemed embarrassed by the previous night.
He took the sheet, stained with blood and other fluids.
He disliked...
One hand over the other, joined by a ribbon.
"Father, Father, Mother, Mother, Warrior, Warrior, Smith, Smith, Maiden, Maiden, Crone, Crone, Stranger, Stranger..." They both spoke at once, as if with one voice.
The Sept of Baelor was full of nobles. It was not every day that two members of...
"I knew you were strong, but I didn't know how strong," whispered the silver-haired princess.
"I don't like fighting," he said simply. He was lying in a tub filled with hot water.
Daenerys could see his chest protruding from the water. Further down, it was dark, and she couldn't see him...
"Kinslayer!" was all that could be heard in the throne room.
"Silence!" roared the king. On Rhaegar's head rested a simple band of yellow gold set with seven precious stones of different colors: It was the crown of Jaehaerys the Conciliator. Rhaenyra Targaryen had sold the crown. The king spent...
Later that night, his mother found him. Jaehaerys spent the hours after the fight in his quarters. He worked on whisky. He wanted to produce a purer liquor. He was writing down his knowledge of microbiology and chemistry. He would have loved to recreate tequila, but he had never heard of the...
Jaehaerys watched his opponent lunge forward. Daemon didn't ask if he was ready. His sword traced a fine arc. The sound of steel reverberated across the sand. The staff stopped the blow. The blow was powerful, but it barely moved him.
He had chosen the full staff over the staff divided into...
"Have you placed your bets, Prince Viserys?" Littlefinger's high-pitched voice distracted him.
They were back in the stands.
The field used for the joust the day before would be used for the duel of honor between the two princes for the princess's hand.
"I won't bet against my brother or my...
He emptied another cup of wine. His headache subsided as more alcohol reached his bloodstream. Every so often, the pain increased. Certain situations or people brought it on: certain names, phrases, and houses. No matter what he did, the pain never went away.
Alcohol didn't take the pain away...
The king had decided that the duel between the princes would take place the day after the joust. This meant that it could be extended or brought forward from the initial date. Jaehaerys arrived at the stands. He greeted all the nobles he passed with a polite bow.
Rumors spread like wildfire...
"Lord Jaime," the Prince of Scrolls greeted him. Jaime looked him up and down. If the rumors were true, then last night he had faced five assassins and won. Everyone thought he was nothing but ink and books. Everyone was wrong.
"Prince Jaehaerys," he said, bowing his head slightly to show...
"I heard that last night they tried to assassinate Rhaella's youngest son," said Tyrion the Imp as he cut a sausage. "Then they tried to kidnap his betrothed." He chewed his food as he looked at his brothers with his mismatched eyes---one black and the other green.
Cersei drank a glass of wine...
"What were you doing in his room? Playing with dolls?" Daemon asked, his sarcasm concealing his anger.
Daenerys looked down at the floor, ashamed.
"His life was in danger, Daemon!" Queen Rhaella scolded him. It did nothing to quell his fury. "Do you think that's the question you should be...
"I will accompany Daenerys to her chambers. She must be tired," said Daemon, stepping forward. The other lords said nothing. Dany lowered her gaze, unable to refuse.
"The princess has already been to her chambers and decided to join us. Your intentions are unnecessary, Prince Daemon," replied...
"I'm fine, brother. Thank you for your concern," he said, looking him in the eyes.
Jaehaerys was a bad actor. He was sure he hadn't been able to hide the suspicion in his eyes. Viserys said nothing; he just continued to stare at Daenerys. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. It was as if he...
"It's so big and warm. It feels good," Daenerys said, holding Jaehaerys's eggs.
"Warm?" he asked, touching the same black egg Daenerys seemed so obsessed with. A warmth covered his palm. He could feel the heat, too. But others couldn't. When others touched the eggs, they were cold, though only...