To Prince Doran Martell of House Martell,
I hope you still remember me.
I am Jon Connington, a man who once served your sister and her family loyally for many years. Like you, I have never stopped mourning their loss. But I did not die, and neither did your sister’s son. For his safety, I hid him away, but now the time for hiding is over.
The dragon has returned to Westeros, determined to claim his birthright and avenge the wrongs done to his father, Prince Rhaegar, and...
Aegor stayed in Crown’s Rest for a single night. During his stay, he had cordial conversations with the construction team, a few pyromancers relocated there, and the first batch of residents who could loosely be called “his people.” Complaints abounded—about the bitter Northern cold, the lack of materials, tools, and manpower, the wildling raids, and even the complete absence of women in the settlement. Some even threatened to return home. The Night’s Watch couldn’t meet all their...
2025-01-28 22:53:08 +0000 UTC View PostAegor stayed in Winterfell for only one night before setting off again. After traveling non-stop for several days, he finally arrived at the abandoned Gift village he had chosen as his base.
Crown’s Rest sat beside a tiny, unmarked lake that wasn’t even shown on most maps. Thanks to this pristine body of water, the village had once been one of the largest settlements in the Gift. Dense oak and apple groves surrounded the lake, concealing the ruins of homes once inhabited by its for...
“Meera, Jojen—pleasure to meet you both. You can call me Aegor.”
The Night’s Watch officer feigned ignorance, smiling warmly as he spoke, though his mind was already racing. Perhaps he had been too quick to relax—there might not be any mortals in the North who could hinder him, but there were “inhuman” forces to contend with.
Compared to the Old Gods or the Great Other, someone like Renly Baratheon was merely a minor player.
Why had Jojen Reed sought him out...
As the towering silhouette of Winterfell came into view, Aegor let out a long breath of relief. Finally, they had arrived.
The journey to return the “little she-wolf” home had been unusually smooth—at least for most of the group. They encountered no hostile lords blocking their way, no wildlings migrating south to escape the cold, no coastal pirates or brigands causing trouble, and not even a single day of bad weather. In under ten days, they had completed the trek from the Neck ...
The Iron Throne was far more uncomfortable than Renly Baratheon had imagined, but the feeling of being king was unparalleled. Back in his chamber, reclining in a soft chair, he let out a long breath. Yet, a tinge of regret lingered—beyond the Crownlands, only two of the Seven Kingdoms had recognized his rule. Compared to his late brother Robert, he was, at best, a “two-sevenths king.”
The Westerlands were devastated by the war, left with little strength to do anything but declare...
The makeshift camp was quickly set up, and the first fire was lit in front of the leading tent. However, before any food could be cooked, Aegor commandeered it for his own purposes, boiling several pots of water in succession. He carried the hot water into the tent and then stepped back out, sitting outside as if waiting for something. To the soldiers watching, it was a strange sight, though none dared to question their commanding officer's peculiar behavior.
Thankfully, the hustle and...
After spending the night at the Golden Tooth, Aegor departed with the Kingslayer in tow.
Traveling east along the River Road, he reunited with his "squire" Arya Stark at Riverrun and rejoined the logistics convoy waiting for him in Harroway. The peculiar group—comprised of the twice-disgraced Jaime Lannister, a runaway Arya sulking over her predicament, one hundred Northern soldiers, fifty Westerland “volunteers,” and Aegor's loyal logistics team—set out north toward the Wall.<...
"I didn’t leave armies or means for them to survive," Daenerys admitted frankly. "But aren’t these issues something the councils and the freedmen themselves should solve?"
“You broke their chains, overturned a production system that has sustained these slave cities for centuries, and then entrusted a few individuals to handle everything? If it were that simple, why do you think thousands of those freedmen didn’t stay in Astapor or Yunkai to live peaceful lives but instead follo...
Beyond her breathtaking beauty, Daenerys Targaryen exuded a chilling aura that made the hair on one’s neck stand on end, compelling an almost instinctive urge to kneel and submit. Only those who stood near her could truly understand: the “presence of a king” was not just a myth—it existed.
Watching her from a distance, Petyr Baelish finally realized that this young Targaryen woman, who had crossed half of Essos in a single year, rising from a barbarian’s consort to a queen co...
Sending Arya back to Winterfell? Aegor wanted nothing to do with the task and immediately lodged a formal protest with Robb. However, when Robb offered to let Aegor retain the hundred Northern soldiers for his command until the wildlings and White Walkers were defeated, he relented.
A hundred trained soldiers were a substantial boon to the Night’s Watch. Putting up with a troublesome child for a few days seemed a worthwhile trade.
...
Arya spent a full day with Robb. Wh...
"This girl refused to meet you, claiming you sold her off and suddenly gave her a fiancé," Aegor said, setting Arya down from his shoulder and pushing her toward Robb. Before the girl could speak, he added with a smirk, "She even threatened to tell everyone I groped her if I didn’t take her back to Winterfell."
“Heh—” Despite her short hair, Robb immediately recognized his sister. Having grown up with Arya, he knew her temper all too well and didn’t hesitate to trust Aegor...
Wearing the mask of a “loyal Night’s Watchman” and claiming the moral high ground, Aegor immediately placed himself in an unassailable position.
Undoubtedly, if any other Night’s Watchman dared to speak to nobles from anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms outside the North with such a tone, they might avoid immediate retaliation but would surely be dealt with later. Yet here and now, Aegor’s outburst had no adverse consequences. The room was already in an uproar, and he simply added...
In this foreign land, Aegor no longer carried the “godfather” reputation that made him a respected and feared figure in King’s Landing. However, his position as Chief Logistics Officer of the Night’s Watch, combined with the respect that black cloaks naturally commanded among Northern soldiers, still worked in his favor. It didn’t take much effort for him to gain an audience with Robb Stark and the assembled Northern lords in one of Harrenhal’s towering halls. After a brief announ...
2025-01-28 22:49:26 +0000 UTC View Post“Lord Aegor, please wait!”
Hearing the shout, Aegor turned to see three Gold Cloaks galloping toward his convoy, visibly out of breath. His heart sank. The scene conjured memories of Yoren’s doomed attempt to smuggle Arya north in the original timeline. Was he now walking the same dangerous path as the old black crow? Would his fate be the same?
A quick glance at his surroundings reassured him somewhat. His convoy was surrounded by over fifty armed and trained Night’s Wa...
You can run, but the temple remains—the old saying weighed heavily on Aegor. As the head of the Night’s Watch industry, fleeing without warning would be an irresponsible abandonment of Nina and the countless subordinates and followers who depended on him. Even avoiding Renly’s summons required a proper excuse and careful timing. Fortunately, Renly had not immediately sought to recruit Aegor after taking King’s Landing, granting him precious time to prepare.
The new King on the ...
What was supposed to be a peaceful, uneventful period of lying low turned into a nerve-wracking ordeal with the addition of one small "unauthorized member." Before Renly’s army even entered the city, the Red Keep had already fallen to the traitorous City Watch, leaving Stannis with almost no chance of victory. If Renly were to march into King’s Landing and discover Arya Stark hidden under Aegor’s roof…
It would be no different than tattooing the direwolf sigil on his forehead, ...
Thick black smoke billowed from the burning pitch coating the siege engines below the King’s Gate, shrouding large sections of the city walls. The fiery heart banners, tattered from countless arrow strikes, still stubbornly clung to their poles—resilient, like the defenders holding the walls.
Below, corpses littered the blood-soaked ground, and the stench of blood mingled with the acrid odor of scorched wood and flesh, forming a grotesque, stifling miasma.
Stannis Baratheon ...
Both the front and back entrances were draped with black cloth. Aegor sat in the main hall of the Night’s Watch residence, going over the recent accounts of the Night’s Watch industry with Nina, while also making plans for the future.
Most of these tasks could have been left to Nina alone, but with the battle raging outside the city and all commercial and production activities within the city halted, Aegor needed something to occupy his time. Simply sitting idle in the house felt u...
What Robert’s will said, or who he ultimately intended to pass the throne to, was something the people of the Seven Kingdoms neither knew nor needed to know. With both brothers offering conflicting accounts, it would either remain a mystery lost to history or be written by the eventual victor. Even if Eddard Stark took the genuine will to the streets of King’s Landing for public viewing, who could claim to recognize Robert’s handwriting? One thing, however, was certain—no matter how m...
2025-01-28 22:47:33 +0000 UTC View Post"Your Grace, the Stormlands and Reach armies have completed their encampment outside the city. They number approximately thirty thousand, divided into seven groups, with no less than two thousand soldiers stationed outside each gate. The Lion Gate, King's Gate, and River Gate have the largest contingents, each exceeding five thousand," the messenger reported loudly, kneeling on one knee. "Lord Renly's banner flies outside the King's Gate, and his men are shouting, demanding that Your Grace co...
2025-01-28 22:47:14 +0000 UTC View Post“Lord Chief Logistics Officer, I wonder if you agree with this sentiment.” Renly Baratheon, his face adorned with a warm smile, fixed his gaze on Aegor. “I have always believed that talent is the key to governance. With the right people, ruling a kingdom becomes as simple as eating a meal. Unfortunately, my elder brother Robert never seemed to grasp this truth. His Small Council is filled with flatterers, incompetents, and schemers. The only one who could be called loyal and wise—Ser ...
2025-01-28 22:46:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe sales of obsidian products were unexpectedly explosive. Even in the pre-transmigration modern world, devoid of magic and driven by science, the idea of "warding off evil" had captured the hearts and wallets of countless people. How much more effective would such a selling point be in this superstitious and magic-filled world?
After a thorough market analysis by the sales department, the pricing for "dragonglass products" was finalized.
Ordinary shards of obsidian, with their...
Inside the great hall of Sarsfield, the “Northern Route Army” of the war to annihilate the Lannisters—comprised of the North, the Riverlands, and the Vale—gathered around a long table laden with maps for their final war council before advancing on Lannisport.
Robb Stark stood at the head of the table, smiling confidently, his demeanor commanding as the de facto leader of the meeting.
He had every reason to feel proud. Despite being the youngest noble present, he commande...
"Ed won’t let you into Robert’s room anymore?" Renly paced back and forth, restless, before stopping abruptly. He lowered his voice and asked, "You’ve been by my brother’s bedside day and night. What exactly is wrong with him?"
"I don’t know... I don’t know..." Margaery shook her head in confusion, looking as if she were on the verge of tears. "His Grace was resting and recovering just fine, but for some reason, he keeps getting weaker and weaker. These past two days, he’...
"Exactly, just like that." Dividing the exact same product into categories and selling them at different prices might seem like sorcery to the people of Westeros, but to Aegor, a man from the modern world, it was merely a routine marketing trick. "I’ve only provided you with one idea. You can expand on it. The categories don’t have to stop at ‘military use’ and ‘civilian use.’ You can create high-end, mid-range, and low-end products. Lipsticks can have different shades; soaps can ...
2025-01-28 22:45:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe Riverlands, a fertile expanse nestled between the Trident and its tributaries, has long been recognized as one of the richest regions in the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, compared to the neighboring Reach, its fortunes have been far less kind.
Located at the very heart of Westeros, this crossroads of conflict has rarely known peace. Unlike the Reach, unified under the powerful Gardener dynasty, the Riverlands never developed a shared identity or strong local loyalty. After the Andal invasio...
Deep beneath the Red Keep, in the hidden passageways carved into the belly of Aegon’s High Hill, Varys walked side by side with his companion, a torch lighting their way. Clad in full disguise, the Spider spoke calmly but with urgency. "Plans can never keep up with change. Whether Young Aegon is ready or not, the counterattack must begin sooner rather than later."
"Sooner? How soon? The boy is still growing; do you expect me to stretch his limbs and make him taller overnight?" Illyri...
Ignoring Aegor’s suggestion that she take a day or two to rest, Nina insisted on accompanying him to work at the office. Though her movements were slightly awkward and clumsy after recent events, her radiant glow—borne of fulfillment and affection—was impossible to conceal. For days on end, she would inexplicably smile while sitting at her desk, prompting confused looks from the office staff, who wondered if she’d suffered some kind of mental break.
Despite her cheerful demeano...
"First of all, let me clarify: everything I’m about to propose is based on the premise that you, Father, have a way to remove Robert from the equation."
Tyrion spoke confidently, though he couldn’t shake a faint sense of absurdity. A year ago, he would have never imagined himself discussing regicide so casually. Yet managing the vast enterprises of the Night’s Watch had sharpened his mind and profoundly altered his perspective. Kings, he now realized, were just nobles one rank hi...