There were a lot of things that Daenerys Targaryen was skilled at. She could ride a horse better than any man she knew. She could stand her ground in a fight. She could sing sweetly while she plucked at the harp (a newly acquired skill and one that still required practice, but she was fairly good at it). She could embroider though she was still not ( Read more... )

The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king's banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of ( Read more... )

Lyanna was to be wed. That was all Dany could think about in the days following the news. She'd been distinctly off kilter since then, but she did her best to try and act normal for Alys and Billy's sakes ( Read more... )

There was a faint breeze in the night air. It ruffled the rushes of the thatched roof over Lyanna's head and tickled the long, risen white scars lining her right arm as she stood at the end of Horatio's pier, toes wiggling over the edge ( Read more... )

Donald wasn't drunk. Donald wished he was drunk. Being drunk would make all of this easier. So much easier ( Read more... )

Yeah, it was still a miracle. Billy looked down at his daughter and smiled. A fucking miracle. So what if he hadn't made her, technically speaking at least, he couldn't have loved her any more if he had. Not that he wouldn't like to have more kids that were his on a genetic level too, but right now she was all he could ask for. Dany wasn't the only ( Read more... )

Rupert had used the strange machines in the basement that he still didn't entirely know what to make of (not that this was in any way a deterrent) to clean his trousers and shirt, and was buttoning the latter up when he'd wandered amiably into the rec room to play billiards and found a letter sitting in the corner pocket. He had picked it up, ( Read more... )

Alys was nearly five months old and she was beginning to babble and reach for things and try to roll over as Dany had been told she would. The infant never failed to amaze her mother and today the two were sitting in the rec room reading a book entitled Hats For Sale in which a cap seller has his hats stolen by mischievous monkeys and has to try to ( Read more... )

With baby Alys currently in Billy's capable hands, Dany mounted up her silver and trotted down to Summerfell with the foal following close behind ( Read more... )

Rupert had jogged, polished his sword in a completely literal way with no double entendre, showered- which he still thought was pretty flash, that whole indoor-plumbing thing- and had sauntered into the rec room to play billiards. He didn't have much of a problem with not having much to do. He'd been raised to live a life of leisure, after all, ( Read more... )