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    Maester Aemon still has his sight when Jon Snow arrives at Castle Black to swear his vows. Targaryen’s might have typically had pale hair and purple eyes, but Maester Aemon would recognise his family anywhere.

    His vows have been tested three times before. This is his fourth and final test and, after nearly eighty years of being a bystander at the Wall whilst his family destroyed themselves, Aemon decides that enough is enough. He’s been a man of the Nights Watch for most of his life; but he’s been a Targaryen all his life.

    He might be old and trapped at the Wall, but he grew up in Kings Landing and no one knows the Game of Thrones like he does.

    And so, everything changes.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Robb knows duty, he learned it standing at his father’s knee and sitting on his mother’s lap before he had a concept of what it actually meant. He was born to be Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North. Kingship was never supposed to be on the table for him. But his family has been torn apart one too many times, and war seems endless; his only option now is to burrow in for the long winter, no matter the cost.

    (And if that cost is his life? Well it’s a calculated risk he took the day they laid that weighty bronze circlet on his brow, naming him King.)

     

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    When the Tyrells switch allegiance before Robb Stark can be killed by the Lannisters, it only serves to stoke the fires of the wars in Westeros, the after effects rippling across the realm for years to come.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    “Who are you?”

    “We are the wind in the air, the stones in the earth, the water in the rivers, the fire in the embers.”

    “What do you ask of me?”

    “You will prevail, Robb of House Stark.

    Now, wake.”

    Robb Stark wakes up after his death at the Red Wedding. The aftermath.

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    13 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 43

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    Thranduil gets injured while travelling to reach his troops, who are gathering south to drive the evil out of Mirkwood. Who will save him? And how will he return to his people?

    Kairos: from Greek, 'the right or opportune moment, the supreme moment.' A moment when a life-changing event occurs in time.

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    His vision cleared and he saw a human face before him, with large green eyes gazing at him worriedly.
    The human's lips moved quickly again, but, once more, Thranduil couldn’t understand what was being said, grimacing as a whistle covered all other sounds except for his heartbeat, which was growing slower.
    He felt his eyelids grow heavier and he leaned his head back against the rough trunk behind him.
    No, he read from the human's lips. Don’t fall asleep.
    He saw her pull something from beneath her gray cloak, a vial with a bluish liquid inside. She brought it to his lips, gripping his chin to open his mouth. She poured a sip between his lips and its sweet taste mixed with the acrid taste of blood hit his tongue.
    Thranduil managed to swallow before the abyss closed in on him.

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    03 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 43

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    "So." His voice was winter wind through dead branches. "The last of the great serpents of the North, brought low at last."

    She pressed her face against the bars of her cage, lips curling back from teeth that were too sharp for her human form.

    "Pretty... king," she rasped, the words fighting their way past her unused throat. "Pretty... liar."

    Something flickered in those arctic eyes. "You still speak, then. My scouts said you were little more than a beast."

    "Beast..." She tasted the word, let it roll on her tongue like blood. Then she smiled, and saw several guards step back at the sight. "Beast... with... memory."

    She slammed against the bars, letting scales ripple across her skin for just a moment. "Remember... pretty king. Remember... fire. Remember... scream."

    Thranduil's hand twitched toward his face before he caught himself. He rose from his throne in one fluid motion and descended the steps, each movement precise as a dancer's. When he reached her cage, he stood just out of reach, studying her.

    "I need your help," he said quietly.

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    03 Jan 2026