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Chapter 94 Blood III

Light fell through the tall arched window in a soft yellow band across the oak desk. Dust drifted in it. Outside, gulls cried over the harbor.

Lord Hobert Hightower sat writing. The scratch of the quill was steady and dry. He did not look up when the door opened. He knew that step.

Lady Lynesse entered without knocking. Her gown rustled as she crossed the room. She stopped before the desk, her shadow falling over the parchment.

“Why did the Targaryens have to bring their d...

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Chapter 93 Blood II

The rocks along the shore were dark with the churn of the tide. Knights of House Hightower stood there in loose ranks, cloaks snapping softly in the wind.

No one spoke.

They shifted their footing. Wiped damp palms against leather. Drew slow breaths to steady their hearts.

Three dragons had just grounded before them like living mountains.

Closest was the Bronze Fury, Vermithor. Dark bronze scales. His vast bulk coiled like a sleeping hill of metal and muscle. Down the s...

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Chapter 92 Blood I

The road southwest of Ashford was little more than a long scar of mud and stone, beaten flat by wagon wheels and hooves. The sun hung high above, drying the surface just enough that each rut shone dark and slick. A wooden cart creaked along at a steady pace, its wheels groaning in complaint every time they struck a deeper groove.

The man driving it sat hunched slightly forward, reins wrapped around calloused hands. His beard was thick and uneven, flecked with gray despite his still-stro...

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Chapter 91 Limits

Before the creation of the Runic Knights, when Aegon had only just begun to explore the intersection of biological matter and magic, he became keenly aware of a significant limitation: his lack of formal medical knowledge.

In his previous life, he had been a game developer. Beyond the basic biology he had learned in school, he possessed neither advanced theoretical understanding nor practical experience in the field. Yet the path he envisioned for himself, as the Wizard Lord, d...

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Chapter 90 Greed

News that the Pyromancer Prince had succeeded in forging Valyrian steel spread faster than any raven could fly. It raced from the Crownlands to the Riverlands, the Vale, and the Stormlands, a wildfire of awe and avarice. The knighthoods of his elder brothers, Viserys and Daemon, were quickly overshadowed by this seismic revelation.

Nobles who normally prized their composure became restless, their eyes gleaming with a singular purpose: to find Prince Aegon. The allure of a Valyrian heirl...

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Chapter 89 Knighthood

Red Keep

Aegon stood before the polished mirror in his chambers, adjusting the high collar of his tunic with care. The fabric was rich black, embroidered with subtle silver thread, suitable for the ceremony to come. He frowned faintly as a fold refused to lie flat.

From behind him, Gael appeared in the mirror’s reflection. She wore a gown of soft yellow silk, the sleeves and hem edged with delicate silver vines that shimmered faintly in the light. A small, fond smile touched her...

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Chapter 88 Bandits III

The archer’s lungs burned as he crashed through the undergrowth, branches whipping at his face. He was no soldier; he was a poacher from a nearby village who’d thought banditry would be easier than starving. Now he was cursing the scar-faced Essosi captain and his men to every hell he could name. They’d vanished before first light, along with the chest of silver and good weapons. Left behind were twenty local fools like him, panicking in an empty camp with nothing to show for months of ...

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Chapter 87 Bandits II

The sun was low, casting long, jagged shadows through the dense woods west of the Rosby-Duskendale road. A bird, a common wood pigeon, flew steadily over the canopy of oaks and pines, past rocky outcrops and hidden gullies. It finally dipped into a narrow, well-concealed valley.

Below, nestled against a steep hillside and sheltered by overhanging rock, was a crude settlement. A dozen or more makeshift shelters had been built from woven branches, salvaged canvas, and mud. They were rough...

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Chapter 86 Bandits I

Red Keep

The air in Aemma Arryn’s chambers was warm and scented with lavender. Princess Gael sat across from her, the two young women surrounded by bolts of silk and samite. A pair of maids dutifully held up gowns for their consideration, the rich fabrics rustling with every movement.

“The silver thread on the neckline,” Aemma suggested, her finger tracing the air an inch from a gown of deep blue. “It would catch the light in the hall beautifully. More subtle than gold.”...

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Chapter 85 Work

The corridor beyond the throne room was quiet, muffled by thick stone and old tapestries. Torchlight flickered along the walls as Aegon walked. His boots echoed softly against the floor.

Two Kingsguard stood before a heavy door of dark oak banded with iron. At his approach, they straightened and gave a short bow.

“My Prince”

Aegon returned the nod and pushed the door open.

The chamber beyond was vast but dim, its air cool and heavy with the scent of wax and old sto...

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🎉 Happy New Year 🎉

As we step into a new year, I want to thank every one of you for being here and supporting this journey.

I wish you good health, peace of mind, and steady prosperity in the year ahead. May happiness find its way into your homes, and may your families and friends remain safe, strong, and well.

Your support, whether through reading, commenting, or subscribing, truly means a lot to me. I hope the coming year brings you exciting chapters, memorable moments, and many reasons to smile.<...

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Chapter 84 Steel

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Chapter 83 Lord II

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Chapter 82 Lord I

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Chapter 81 Puppet

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📢 Small Break: Winter Boss Fight Ongoing

Hey everyone,

Unfortunately, I managed to catch the full winter combo of cough, cold, and fever this week. Writing while foggy-headed never ends well, so I’m taking a short break to recover properly.

The next chapter will be posted on Sunday at 8 AM UTC. (No worries there!)

Thanks for being patient and supportive. I’ll be back on my feet (and on the keyboard) soon.

Teaser: Aegon’s third Tier 3 class mi...

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Chapter 80 Fate

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Chapter 79 Tanesha

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Chapter 78 Pair II

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Chapter 77 Pair I

96 AC

The air on the Narrow Sea was unnervingly still. Before them, the journey ended in a wall. A curtain of uniform, light-devouring grey stretched as far as the eye could see, a six-mile-wide blasphemy against the natural order. This was the Cursed Murk. The Strangler’s Mists. A year ago, it had simply appeared, and since then, it had swallowed every fool and every ship that dared its embrace.

The trade galleon, a sturdy vessel flying the flag of a ...

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Chapter 76 After

King’s Landing, Red Keep

The evening breeze that swept through the open balcony of the King’s solar was unseasonably cool. King Jaehaerys sat in a high-backed chair, his face turned towards the city. The lines on his face, carved by time, seemed deeper in the twilight.

Septon Barth stood by the sideboard, the only sound the soft glug of Arbor gold as he filled two crystal glasses. He carried one over, placing it in the king’s waiting hand before taking the seat beside him. F...

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Chapter 75 Blood and Ash

The raven sat heavily on Rickon Stark’s desk, its message unrolled beside a half-finished cup of mulled wine. He read the words once more.

A royal declaration: Volantis named as the hirers of the Faceless Man who had tried to kill Prince Aegon. 

An alignment between Braavos and the Targaryens.

A strike on Volantene ships.

The words felt foreign here in the deep North, too full of distant places and southern tensions. Rickon exhaled slo...

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Chapter 74 The Bite

The news spread from port to port, carried by fast galleys and whispering merchants, moving quicker than any raven. The burning of the Volantene fleet in the Summer Sea was the kind of story that demanded to be told. 

In the taverns of Lys, the counting houses of Myr, and the armories of Tyrosh, the details were dissected. 

A Braavos-Targaryen alliance. 

The very idea made the magisters of the Free Cities uneasy. An external power, a Valyrian-descende...

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Chapter 73 Roar

Aegon’s spiritual senses screamed a warning a half-second before the charge began. He didn't think; he threw himself sideways behind the cover of a massive oak. The bear slammed into the space he had just occupied, its claws tearing deep gouges in the trunk. The impact shook the tree, snow raining down from its branches. Aegon was already moving, his boots slipping on the damp ground as he darted to put more distance between them.

HRRROAARR!

The bear turned and charged ...

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📅 Schedule Clarification

Hey everyone,

Chapter pace: 2 new chapters each week for Flamekeepers.

Instead of fixed days, each new chapter will usually be posted 3 days after the previous one (sometimes 4 days if polishing takes a little extra time).

You can roughly estimate the next chapter by checking how long ago the latest one was posted (Patreon shows “posted X hours/days ago” under the post title).

This format keeps the weekly output steady while giving...

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Chapter 72 Big Fat

The fire crackled in the hearth of Lord Rickon’s solar. Bennard stood before his brother’s heavy oak desk, a cup of ale in his hand, having just finished his account of the day’s events.

“So,” Rickon said, his voice a low rumble as he stared into the flames. “The prince used his fire magic. He killed the direwolf and saved Benjen’s life.” He finally looked up, his gaze settling on Bennard. “And now you owe a debt to a Targaryen prince.”

Bennard met his brother...

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Chapter 71 Direwolf

“A lone one, by the looks of it,” Bennard muttered. “No sign of a pack nearby… thank the gods for that.”

He could feel the prince’s presence behind them, observing silently. The prince didn’t flinch from the gore; he was studying it with the same intense focus.

Benjen rose, his brow furrowed. He glanced from the dark tree line to Aegon and back to his father. “Father, if it’s a direwolf… perhaps it would be wiser for Prince Aegon to stay in the hamlet with a gu...

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Chapter 70 Beast

King’s Landing. Red Keep.

The king’s solar was closed; inside, a private meeting was underway. Four men stood in the quiet of the chamber. A Braavosi chest lay open on the table, its grisly contents bare to view; three heads of Volantene men frozen in their final grimace. Beside the chest rested a letter: the Sea Lord’s reply concerning the attempted assassination of Prince Aegon. The air still felt heavy with their presence.

Jaehaerys’s cold gaze moved from Septon Barth t...

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Chapter 69 Echoes

The lord’s stutter seemed to break the frozen tableau, but the silence that followed was just as heavy. The only sound was the wind whipping across the courtyard and the low, rumbling breath of the dragon at his back.

Aegon’s gaze swept over the stunned faces before settling back on Lord Rickon. He offered a slight smile. “My apologies for the dramatic entrance, Lord Stark. After such a long journey, I thought it best to… expedite the landing.”

Lord Rickon Stark was a ma...

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Chapter 68 Dragon Meets Wolves

Pentos

The harbor stirred awake with the day. Ships groaned at their moorings as ropes tightened, sails unfurled, and dockhands shouted across the water. Gulls screamed overhead, darting between the masts.

On the street beyond the piers, a few barefoot children chased a ball of knotted rags. Their careless laughter cut through the morning noise. The ball slipped from their hands and rolled across the cobbles until it came to rest at the feet of a cloaked figure.

It was a wom...

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