"You’re wrong. Quite the opposite, in fact." A mocking smirk curved R’hllor’s lips, carrying an innate allure that needed no deliberate charm. "The original design of the magic array did indeed have flaws, but the decades-long construction process gave me ample opportunities to discover and resolve those issues, minimizing the chances of an accident. By the time of activation, the array was nearly perfect. It worked exactly as intended. The planet’s very atmosphere rippled under the w...
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“It’s true. If the ‘aunt’ of this lady before me… possessed the strength to exile her mother—a true dragon—from her original world, calling her a goddess wouldn’t be an exaggeration. One can only imagine: if such a divine being had a younger brother—R’hllor’s father—he, too, would hardly be a mere mortal. But what kind of deep-seated hatred would compel this ‘divine aunt’ to ruthlessly banish her brother’s lover, even when she was carrying her niece?”
Wa...
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“The Q&A session hasn’t started yet, dear Child of Prophecy,” R’hllor said with a satisfied look at Aegor’s growing belief and pressing curiosity. Yet she shook her head, refusing to answer his questions. “Let me finish my story; the answers lie within.” She wasted no time dwelling on the small interruption of exposing Aegor’s identity as a transmigrator and instead continued her tale without pause.
“When my mother arrived—more precisely, when she was exiled to ...
2025-01-29 16:56:44 +0000 UTC
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If Aegor had studied Valyrian history or even skimmed through the Dragonlord’s Manual that Daenerys obtained in Asshai, he might have immediately understood the origins of the mysterious woman after she introduced herself.
But he hadn’t.
As a transmigrator, he could hardly be expected to know background lore that even the original author hadn’t finished. And as a man of great responsibilities in Westeros, he had neither the time nor interest to delve into the history of a ...
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The original plan allowed for over half a month, more than enough time to manipulate and adapt as needed. But now, with the sudden changes compressing the preparation period to a mere week, Aegor knew that secrecy could no longer extend to even his closest subordinates.
After dismissing the messenger and the defector from Eastwatch, Aegor immediately convened an emergency meeting with the core leadership of Horgrown. There, he announced his drastic new decision to advance the timetable...
2025-01-29 16:56:02 +0000 UTC
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The unpredictability of events was truly maddening.
What had started as a pleasant surprise with the timely arrival of the Unsullied reinforcements had quickly devolved into a headache, thanks to the accompanying chaos stirred by Varys and Petyr Baelish. Yet ironically, it was the overlooked Eastwatch guide—a minor presence amidst the grand arrival—who delivered good news: the supposed threat Aegor had been meticulously guarding against at the easternmost edge of the Wall had inexp...
2025-01-29 16:55:39 +0000 UTC
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Even as the head of a rising power burdened with the weight of his ambitions, Aegor found himself mouthing lines fit for a romantic novel: “Spending a lifetime silently protecting her.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Aegor felt the urge to retch, his stomach churning at the sheer melodrama of it.
Disgusting as it was even to himself, the irony wasn’t lost on him—sentimental, idealistic platitudes like these somehow worked wonders on someone as earnest and unworldly as Jon...
2025-01-29 16:55:18 +0000 UTC
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The Greenseer Bran's act of playing dead and lowering his presence had been so successful that, had Jon Snow not visited today with his startling revelation, Aegor might have entirely forgotten about him.
Now, though, Aegor’s loyal younger brother had come forward to recount, in full detail, how Catelyn Stark had visited Castle Black and revealed Jon’s true parentage. With unvarnished sincerity, Jon sought the advice of his trusted commander and elder brother figure.
“Lady...
2025-01-29 16:54:55 +0000 UTC
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The group that had traveled hundreds of miles from the North to New Crown Town, ostensibly merchants but in reality spies, vanished quietly from the public eye. Amidst the chaos of the Gift—throngs of people coming and going, unreliable rumors flying about, a simmering anger brewing among the populace, and the looming start of an epic expedition—no one cared about the fate or whereabouts of these outsiders.
Meanwhile, Jon Snow, the famed commander of Castle Black, tasked by Aegor w...
2025-01-29 16:54:34 +0000 UTC
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Every soldier under the command of the Night’s Watch and every resident within the Gift was tirelessly working toward post-war reconstruction and preparing for the upcoming expedition Beyond the Wall. But if one had to rank the "level of busyness" among the thirty thousand survivors in the Gift, including the Wall, then excluding the select few in New Crown Town quietly plotting the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms, there was no doubt: Cotter Pyke would take second place, and no one would dar...
2025-01-29 16:54:13 +0000 UTC
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“Ingenious and insidious!” Humphrey exclaimed, suddenly enlightened. “If the Queen received this news, she’d undoubtedly be enraged. Even if the Black Dragon is injured and she can’t fly to burn Winterfell herself, she’d certainly order you to act immediately. That would not only disrupt our original plans but also give the Dreadfort an opportunity to interfere, stealing much of the credit!”
Despite his indignation, Humphrey had a redeeming quality: he never let his emoti...
2025-01-29 16:53:52 +0000 UTC
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Aegor had no idea who this visitor was or their purpose for coming, nor did he have any interest in guessing. But as the leader of a faction preparing to conquer new lands, whether by convention, instinct, or caution, he couldn’t simply ignore a mysterious visitor who had traveled far and might be acting under someone else’s orders.
After a thorough search that left no possibility of concealed weapons, the visitor was finally allowed to enter the Commander’s office. The man was t...
2025-01-29 16:53:31 +0000 UTC
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Surviving the Cataclysm.
Amid the fervent post-war reconstruction efforts, preparations for the next battle were proceeding in an orderly and intense fashion.
The Gift, being a young and fragile territory, lacked its own culture. Beyond the Night's Watch’s storied history and the recent breathtaking war, there was little to boast about. This lack of heritage often leads to weaker cohesion among communities. Fortunately, the Gift had other advantages to compensate for its short...
2025-01-29 16:53:10 +0000 UTC
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“You’re insulting me, Miss Greyjoy,” Aegor said coldly, his tone now devoid of the casual friendliness it had held earlier. His choice of address had shifted to something distant and formal, a clear indicator of his displeasure. “Since I believe your words weren’t spoken with malicious intent, I’ll pretend you didn’t say them. Our conversation is over. Return to your quarters and rest. Tonight will be your last night in the inner keep. Tomorrow morning, inform the guards of your...
2025-01-29 16:52:48 +0000 UTC
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Asha wasn’t simply bluffing.
She was the only daughter of Balon Greyjoy, the Pearl of the Sea and the Princess of the Iron Islands. She had always taken pride in her identity—until the day Robert Baratheon led the combined forces of the Seven Kingdoms to attack the Iron Islands, breach Pyke, and kill her two older brothers while taking her only remaining brother hostage. It was then she realized that she was merely the princess of a band of incompetent pirates.
From that day...
2025-01-29 16:52:27 +0000 UTC
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Aegor couldn’t suppress the snort of laughter that escaped him, earning a sharp glare from Asha.
Whatever the outcome of tonight’s conversation, he had already achieved his goal: finding a little entertainment. Her story was truly captivating—he couldn’t help but wonder how much time she had spent crafting and refining it. The human capacity for creativity and storytelling in desperate circumstances was truly limitless. Aegor couldn’t even remember the last time he laughed ou...
2025-01-29 16:52:06 +0000 UTC
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The Future of the Iron Islands?
To be fair, the question does have some merit. The Iron Islands, isolated and fortified by their geography, are surrounded by stormy seas and treacherous reefs far more defensible than Dragonstone or the Stepstones. Add to that Euron Greyjoy’s massive fleet—one of the largest and most formidable in all of Westeros, perhaps even the known world—and it’s clear that the Iron Islands are among the hardest territories to conquer. They would likely be ...
2025-01-29 16:51:45 +0000 UTC
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Due to the sudden decision to pursue the undead southward after the Battle of Hearthguard, the army didn’t have time to make the meticulous preparations that Aegor typically demanded during his absences. This lack of organization resulted in a pileup of letters from across the Gift, left unattended in Hearthguard instead of being forwarded to Aegor in the field. It was this backlog of unanswered correspondence—combined with Jaime’s growing frustration—that eventually led the Kingslaye...
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The cold wind howled as it rushed into the room, carrying the sounds of more guards gathering outside in response to the commotion. Inside, two Night’s Watch officers stared in bewilderment at the intruder, while Jaime stood imposingly at the door, his expression thunderous. Behind him, two sentries had drawn their weapons, their blades aimed squarely at his back, yet he paid them no mind.
“Jaime?” Aegor frowned at the sight of the Kingslayer, already guessing the source of his a...
2025-01-29 16:51:04 +0000 UTC
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Those familiar with cryptocurrency have surely heard this story: a programmer once used 10,000 bitcoins to buy two pizzas—an amount he devoured in one sitting. At the time, those "worthless" digital tokens could barely buy food, yet each would later peak at $20,000.
You’re probably thinking: if only he hadn’t eaten those pizzas, wouldn’t he have become a billionaire just by holding on?
From a simple math perspective (10,000 x 20,000 = 200 million), this reasoning makes s...
2025-01-29 16:50:43 +0000 UTC
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In the modern world before Aegor’s transmigration, certain conflict zones frequently produced headlines that, while absurd on the surface, spoke volumes about the ingenuity of human adaptation: reports of militant groups assembling cannons from seamless steel pipes, factions converting gas pipes into rocket launchers, or even liquefied gas tanks being repurposed as grenades. Toy drones became battlefield reconnaissance tools. What seemed laughable at first glance was no joke but rather a te...
2025-01-29 16:50:22 +0000 UTC
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"Strategy, strategy—how grand it sounds." Lady Dustin scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Bolton, we all acknowledge your cleverness, but spare us another rotten idea dressed up as 'strategy' like Reed's earlier nonsense!"
Roose Bolton smiled faintly, inclining his head as he cut to the heart of the matter. "Aegor, after the Battle of the Long Lake, continued to 'seemingly carelessly' open the channels of communication between the Gift and the North. He even dispatched members ...
2025-01-29 16:49:59 +0000 UTC
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After a moment of silence to digest Roose Bolton's words, the room erupted into a new wave of discussion, now involving even more participants than before.
No one shouted accusations of malice or questioned the Old Flayer’s motives anymore. On the matter of "the North being unable to truly remain neutral," at least, he had spoken the truth. Among the attendees, there were no upstart lords lacking foundation—all present were part of an ancient, landholding aristocracy. While the nor...
2025-01-29 16:49:38 +0000 UTC
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"Lord Robb!"
In the midst of the heated discussions, a low yet piercing voice cut through the noise. Roose Bolton, his face as expressionless as a well-worn mask, began to speak. "Having an impartial observer provide their perspective is always valuable. Jon's insights and the lords' differing opinions each carry merit. This matter demands careful deliberation and a decision made only after fully hearing everyone out. That said, I have a suggestion: Jon Snow, as a special attendee, has...
2025-01-29 16:49:17 +0000 UTC
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What do I think?
Jon Snow found himself speechless.
This matter could be interpreted in completely different ways depending on perspective. Daenerys fought alongside the Night’s Watch with her dragons, and in return, the Night’s Watch supported her claim to the Iron Throne. The arrangement was mutually beneficial, reasonable, and fair. A win-win scenario—or so it seemed.
But the problem was simple: the Night’s Watch, or more specifically, the Lord Commander, had n...
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The Northern armies gathered at Winterfell.
Dozens, perhaps hundreds of banners flapped in the cold wind, their sigils vividly painted against the gray skies. Soldiers moved back and forth, filling the air with shouts and chatter. Inside the castle walls and in the bustling streets of the nearby Winter Town, residents bartered goods and exchanged the latest rumors. The sheer number of people present was impossible to count.
Despite the heavy casualties suffered in the final batt...
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As far as Aegor knew, the North had no weapons or preparations capable of dealing with dragons. With Targaryen fleets from Dragonstone blocking maritime routes and Stannis in King’s Landing unable to provide technical or military aid, Daenerys could potentially dominate the North with just Rhaegal.
Moreover, the Gift’s army—fresh from its victory over the White Walkers—was well-organized, highly trained, and riding high on morale. With Rhaegal’s support, the combination of di...
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After some discussion, Daenerys accepted Aegor’s comprehensive suggestions. She drafted concise orders to remotely reorganize and redeploy her southern forces while also summoning her closest retainers and guards to join her at the Wall via sea. Leaving a draft for Aegor to copy and distribute, the queen, still anxious about her “child,” ended the meeting early to check on the progress of moving Drogon into the castle.
Thanks to years of media portrayals and theme park impression...
2025-01-29 16:47:52 +0000 UTC
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“Allow me to ask first, Your Grace.” Seeing Daenerys distracted and absent-minded, Aegor realized he couldn’t count on her to lead the meeting and took the initiative after sitting down. “The soldiers should be able to bring Drogon into the castle before nightfall. If necessary, we can work overnight to construct his lair. But what I need to know now is—how serious are Drogon’s injuries, and how long will it take for him to recover and fly again?”
“No one can say for su...
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The sled carrying the black dragon was massive and cumbersome, but the thick, compacted snow outside Last Hearth made the task surprisingly manageable. Following orders, the Gift transport team managed to move Drogon within half a mile of the castle. Emerging from the treeline at the bend in the road, they positioned the sled where it would be clearly visible from the castle walls.
Once Rickard Karstark climbed to the battlements and saw the injured black dragon curled up on the sled, ...
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