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Inside the spacious cabin of his new ship, the White Wolf, Jon was sitting cross-legged on his bed.
His hands were on his thighs in front of his stomach, his back leaning against the wall, and his eyes, while wide open, had no pupils inside them, showing two scary unseeing eyes to the outside...
A loud horn bellowed from atop the walls of the Winterfell, and almost immediately there was a quick flurry of activities as guards ran forward to open the gate.
A few minutes later, a small but wide procession consisting, of guards, hunters blacksmiths, and merchants arrived, some on horses...
"What are you doing?" Gared asked curiously as he climbed over the plank and saw Jon leisurely lying on a rocking chair on the deck, basking in the sun with an old leather book.
It had been a few hours since they had witnessed the infamous pirate king jump to his death in a disappointing show...
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How the hell did it all come to this!" Ravager cursed frustratedly as he trudged through the damp dark tunnel under the light of a small torch held by the guard leading the way.
His neck was aching fiercely from having to lower his head so much, as whoever made this secret...
"So are we going up or down?" Oberyn asked curiously while casually tapping his spear against his shoulder.
They were inside the caste at the moment, standing in front of two stone staircases with walls on both of its sides boxing it in, the one on the right was going up while the one on the...
"Where is the advisor?"
"I don't know, Captain. The last time I saw him..." Blackheart replied with a hint of pity in his eyes, "He said he was going to the privy..."
Almost all of the leaders had little chance to get sleep last night, but the Advisor had the worst of it. The man had been...
The castle standing in the middle of the island of Grey Gallows was a small one, at least according to Westerosi's standards.
It was only made as a small outpost by Daemon Targaryen after his conquest of Stepstones, but considering the kind of man the Rogue Prince was, even as an outpost this...
"W-What?! What's all this ruckus about?!!" asked the disoriented pirate Rake as he woke up with a start and blearily looked around at the sudden commotion around him originating from all the pirates who were lying around him and sleeping just a few seconds but were now looking at something in...
If you looked down from the sky, the small island of Grey Gallows partially resembled a banana, a very crooked and hexagonal-shaped one, but still a banana, wider in the middle and thinner at the edges.
According to Jon's rough calculation, a total of three thousand-something pirates were...
It was the hour of the wolf, the darkest time of the night just before the first rays of the Sun washed away the darkness.
In a medieval world like Planetos, the night represented the unknown, the terrifying, the time when even the bravest of knights were hesitant to go outside and this fear of...
"Wolf's blood?" Robb asked in a bewildered tone and the massive shadow cat sitting by his side nodded in a humane manner. "You want me to find out about Wolf's blood?"
Robb and Jon were sitting beside the icy pool in the Godswood of Winterfell. Robb was there in person while Jon was there in...
A few days later, the commander arrived back at the Company of Rose with a wide smile on his face as if he had gotten very good news on his venture to the city of Myr.
But on the very next day that he returned a party of seven consisting of Jon, Sam, Oberyn, Obara, Commander Gared and a few...
"...to kill the person you hate the most in the world,"
The effects of Jon's words were almost immediate as Oberyn's eyes widened in red-hot anger at the mere mention of his most hated enemy and for a moment it almost seemed as if he was going to lunge at Jon and get into melee right there and...
Behind the ten reserve ships of the pirate fleet stood a massive Galleon. And unlike the other pirate's ships which were all different varieties of thin sleek galleys, the Galleon was bigger, fancier and much better equipped, because, after all, it was the Ravager's personal ship, as such, it...
"Should we make a stop and pitch our tent now, Father," Obara asked while glancing towards the slowly darkening sky as they rode their horses through a rough rocky path amidst flatland filled with grasses.
They had left the Camp of Cats about an hour and a half ago, and while they weren't...