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The next day was the ball concluding the harvest festivities. It was to be held at the manor of Lord Torquil, the victor of the competitions. And naturally, Sansa was expected to be there at…
Two weeks had flown by since Sansa had given her scarf to Lord Torquil at the opening night of the Harvest Fair. Two weeks of the festivals and games, bread and circuses, tournaments…
Sansa and Tyrion went on more than a few adventures into the woods that spring, sometimes on their own, and sometimes with Arya the puppy, who would bark at every bird and squirrel,…
Even the longest winter eventually melts into spring. So it was in Davneros some four months later, when the icicles started to drip and little streams rushed along the streets that had previously…
The old year was ebbing out, and the new one flowing in. And Tyrion, now that he had a better paying job as a clerk, was determined that he should make a decent…
And so it was that Tyrion Lannister came to share Sansa Stark’s straw-stuffed mattress in the small apothecary shop on the corner of a back-alley street in a tiny republic on the fringes of the…
Tyrion returned to the apothecary shop early the following morning, just before the sun rose and its rays splintered down the side streets. Sauriel met him with a cross expression on her face.…
One week later, on a dark and blizzard-whipped early morning, Sauriel heard a weak knocking at the door of her shop. She opened it to find her neighbor the dwarf standing there, looking…
One Month Later, in the Port of Caffe, Republic of Davneros It was beautiful and shiny and red. It was sitting snugly on the top of a barrel full of apples in the market,…
The night was dark and full of terrors. It had grown darker yet at the Purple Wedding, when Joffrey, the mad boy king, had finally met the end everyone knew he deserved, gulping down…
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