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98: The Son of Ice and Fire, The King Beyond the Wall

Mance Rayder stood atop a rocky outcrop, the biting wind of the Far North cutting through his cloak of patched hides and black wool. Below, the clans he had been gathering for years milled about in a sprawling camp—fires crackling, voices raised in a thousand different tongues, and the occasional clash of steel against steel as disputes were settled the wildling way. It was a sight to behold,...

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97: The Son of Ice and Fire, A Day in the Life of King Maekar

“It’s been a while, Brynden,” Maekar said icily, his voice cutting through the stillness of the dreamscape. The image of the God’s Eye shimmered around them, the placid waters reflecting a moonlit sky.

“My king,” Brynden Rivers replied, inclining his head slightly, his tone as measured as ever.

“I have been trying to contact you for months,” Maekar continued, steppin...

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152: Redoing my Life, Survivor Series and Another Leak

The Son of Ice and Fire Next.

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One of the best changes I made in the entertainment landscape, aside from creating the DCU, was nudging WWE into new territory. Wrestling was something I genuinely loved, but rewatching matches when I already knew the outcomes wasn’t as fun. So, when I had the chance to talk with The Rock about it, I saw an opportunity to sh...

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7: Dragonborn Conqueror, First Strike pt.1

Harald knelt, his gloved fingers brushing lightly against the ground. The tracks were fresh, pressed into the damp earth. He studied them in silence, his piercing blue eyes scanning the faint impressions left by horses.

Leobald sat astride the spectral steed a few paces back, watching him. “Those tracks… they’re not leading toward Honeytree,” the Septon said, his voice uncertain.<...

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6: Dragonborn Conqueror, The Seven Who are One

When Leobald returned, he found the villagers gathered in the center of Riverwood, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of whispers and worried murmurs. The crowd had assembled beneath the shadow of the old oak tree, their faces a mix of fear, confusion, and anger. Mothers clutched their children tightly, elders leaned on canes, and the men—some armed with farming tools—stood grim...

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5: Dragonborn Conqueror, Doom Driven pt.2

You are doom-driven, Dovahkiin… Parthurnaax’s words echoed in Harald’s mind as he walked the familiar path back to the home he had built in this new world. The rain fell in heavy sheets, drenching him, but he hardly noticed. His thoughts churned like the storm clouds overhead.

He knew what would happen if he revealed himself fully. These people were n...

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151: Redoing my Life, Get Good

“Batman can easily defeat Superman,” Matt declared confidently, leaning back on the couch.

“Let me guess: kryptonite,” John replied, already sounding exasperated.

“Yes, kryptonite!” Matt exclaimed, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. “All Batman has to do is bring it to the fight, and Supes is done for.”

“Nah, man, I don’t think so,” J...

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Chapter 96: The Son of Ice and Fire, The Queen

Her fingers brushed over the simple circlet in her hands, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. Maekar had given it to her, claiming it had once belonged to Queen Rhaenys, her namesake. She was to be Maekar’s queen, after all. 

Well, one of them, anyway. The thought lingered, a wry smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She had wondered how Maekar planned t...

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150: Redoing my Life, Ghosts

I watched Margot closely. She was perched on the edge of the couch, her phone clutched to her ear, and her fingers drummed rhythmically against the cushion. Her voice was low and fast, but every so often, she glanced over her shoulder, like she expected me to be eavesdropping. I wasn’t… well, not yet.

She ended the call abruptly, almost as if she knew I was watching, and turned toward...

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ASOIAF: Alyxander the Great III

Corlys looked at the map of the Stepstones spread before him, the worn edges curling slightly from overuse. In the year since Alyxander’s coronation, the situation had only worsened. The Triarchy, bolstered by their growing wealth, had expanded its fleet, creating a formidable naval blockade across the Stepstones. They taxed every ship passing through their waters, creating a stranglehold on ...

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4: Dragonborn Conqueror, Doom Driven pt.1

Alyxander part 3 Next.

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"You could have left with the wedding party, Septon," Willem said as he stood near the fields, inspecting rows of vegetables.

"Ah, no worries, Willem. I’m in no hurry to get to Willowood," Leobald replied, standing beside him.

Willem chuckled. "Ah, I forgot. Riverwood—your favorite."

Leobald shook his head, smil...

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149: Redoing my Life, There is a Starman Waiting...

I let out an exasperated sigh as Laura, one of the screenwriters helping with the Superman script and a vocal leader of a small faction within the studio, passionately argued for changes to the Superman script.

“Look,” Laura began again, her tone insistent, “I just think Superman, as he’s written right now, is too nice. Too… vanilla. People want a hero they can relate to, someon...

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95(2): The Son of Ice and Fire, A New Order

The sound of Neferion’s wings was like a tempest as the great dragon descended into the wide clearing of the Kingswood, just outside the city walls. The black scales of the dragon shimmered faintly in the dim, cloudy afternoon light, each one catching the scant sunlight and reflecting it like polished obsidian.

Maekar dismounted with practiced ease, climbing down from Neferion’s flank...

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3: Dragonborn Conqueror, It's a Peaceful Life pt.2

Harald stood near the banks of the river, gazing out at the sunlight reflecting off the rippling waters. The gentle sound of the flowing current and the warm glow of the sun filled him with a quiet peace. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath as he centered himself.

He opened his eyes and summoned the power of the Voice from deep within. Harald let out the first word of the U...

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148: Redoing my Life, Misfire

I sat cross-legged on the carpet, Alice nestled in my arms, her tiny hands eagerly flipping through a colorful stack of flashcards spread across the floor. Alice, now two years old, was bright-eyed and giggling as we worked through her favorite numbers game.

“Alright, Alice, what’s this one?” I asked, holding up a card with a big, bold number 8 printed on it.

She scrunched up ...

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2: Dragonborn Conqueror, It's a Peaceful Life pt.1

The early morning light spilled over the rolling hills near the ruins of Oldstones, bathing the dew-covered grasses in golden hues. Harald moved through the small patch of land he had claimed, his calloused hands brushing against the familiar leaves of the alchemical plants he had brought from Tamriel. Snowberries, lavender, blue mountain flower, and jazbay grapes thrived under his careful atte...

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1: Dragonborn Conqueror, A Gift From The Mad God

I've made some big changes to the early chapters in this rewrite. I didn’t like the beginning of the old version, and I hit a wall, unable to continue. This version feels much better, with Harald settling down in the Riverlands for some time before the plot begins, unlike the older version where he was already in conflict as soon as he reached Westeros. I'd love to hear your thoughts ...

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95(1): The Son of Ice and Fire, A New Order

Maekar stood on the balcony of his chambers in Highgarden, overlooking the famed gardens that sprawled below. The rising sun bathed the scene in hues of pink and orange, casting shadows across the perfectly manicured hedges and fountains that seemed to stretch endlessly. Highgarden truly was a marvel—a testament to the wealth and grandeur of the Reach. In his mind, it was the most beautiful c...

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ASOIAF: Alyxander the Great II

A small change from the first chapter: Alyxander’s elite force has been renamed the Silver Shields. Also, I think this fic might end up having more chapters than I initially intended.

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Excerpt from "The Princess, The Queen, and The Empress" by Elena Lannister

The former Princess Myria Martell was brought to King's Landing as a h...

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94(2): The Son of Ice and Fire, A Brother of the Night's Watch

Edmure woke to muffled voices and the distant crackle of a fire. He blinked blearily, the room’s dim light swimming before him, his thoughts fragmented and hollow. He tried to sit up, but his body refused to obey. Pain shot through him—sharp, relentless.

“Rest, young Tully,” came an old, gentle voice.

Edmure complied without argument, sinking back onto the frigid su...

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147: Redoing my Life, Threats

"How hard is it for you to believe?" I asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I drove along the winding path lined with towering cypress trees. The sprawling vineyards and rolling hills stretched out endlessly toward the horizon.

Margot, sitting in the passenger seat, tore her gaze from the picturesque scenery and fixed a skeptical look on me. "So you’re telling me Ryan Reynolds...

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94(1): The Son of Ice and Fire, A Brother of the Night's Watch

This is the first part of this chapter.

Beginning of a new arc.

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Edmure stood before the sept in Castle Black, his breath misting in the cold air. The bitter chill of the Wall felt sharper today, or perhaps it was simply the sense of finality in what he was about to say. The sept was simple: wooden walls, a stone altar, and the flickering glow of a few candles...

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146: Redoing my Life, Costumes and Golfing

“This is... damning. If even half of this is true, he is in deep trouble,” said the voice over the phone.

I stood in the corner of the room, keeping my voice low as I responded to the lawyer from the firm I had hired. “Good. The more leverage we have, the better.”

“You do realize that the sexual assault allegations are more than enough to take him down, right? You don’t ...

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The Son of Ice and Fire: Westeros After King Maekar II's Territorial Reorganization

Excerpt from ‘Maekar Targaryen: The Man Behind the Myth’ by Maester Theobald Manderly

King Maekar II’s territorial reorganization was the most sweeping change made to the governance of the Seven Kingdoms since Aegon the Conqueror forged it into one realm. The ambitious restructuring—often called 'The Great Change'—served both to consolidate the Iron...

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93: The Son of Ice and Fire, Aftermath

Neferion roared as he flew in circles above the grassy vale, his mighty wings carving through the smoky sky. Below, Maekar observed the battlefield—the destruction he had wrought. The once formidable host of Aegon, assembled with the promise of victory, now lay in tatters. The chaos was plain to see; Aegon’s dream had turned into a waking nightmare.

Directly beneath him, the center of...

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145: Redoing my Life: Finishing Batman Begins

"Oh my God, this place is great," Cam said, eyes wide as he took in the grand surroundings of The Ritz in London. We were sitting in one of the most exquisite tea rooms I'd ever seen—well, the only tea room I had ever seen. White and gold adorned every corner, chandeliers hanging elegantly from the ceiling, sparkling like stars. Rich Englishmen and women filled the room, many quietly minding ...

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144: Redoing my Life, Hollywood Accounting

"Welcome back to Entertainment Tonight... It looks like Hollywood's wunderkind has been very busy lately."

I was hunched over my laptop, wrestling with the climax of the Superman movie script. It was my fourth draft, and frustration was beginning to set in. The TV murmured in the background, providing some white noise, but when I heard my name mentioned, it immediately caught my ...

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The Son of Ice and Fire: Lost in Time pt.9

Maekar stood on one of the balconies of High Tide, his gaze fixed on the bustling docks below. The ships from Dragon's Bay were docking, their dark hulls cutting through the water as they anchored. He could see people gathering—the smallfolk of Driftmark drawn to the sight of the unusual ships, each one designed similarly to an 18th-century frigate from Earth.

He watched his soldiers di...

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The Son of Ice and Fire: Lost in Time pt.8

Rhaenyra Targaryen walked slowly through the gardens of the Red Keep, the fragrant blooms of late summer brushing against her fingertips as she moved absentmindedly. She had just returned from her progress, a journey that stretched on for months as she toured Westeros, meeting countless lords and eligible heirs. Instead of returning with a choice for a husband, she had returned empty-handed, mu...

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