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The Septa’s Thirst
by ragefire1990
Chapter 7 in The Wizard’s Shadow
She came for you at odd hours, at first like a woman who had lost her way and needed a hand. After the first time, after the door had closed and the door had opened on ruin, her visits multiplied. Where she had once been strict and stony, the septa came now with clothes unpinned,...
11 months ago 3,701 Words 2 Likes 205 Views -
Breaking the Septa
by ragefire1990
Chapter 6 in The Wizard’s Shadow
Winterfell’s days moved to the rhythm of stone and smoke. Guards drilled in the yard, servants hurried through the halls, hammers rang from the smithy. You blended into it as though you had always been there. The ward blurred memory, dulled questions. You hauled water, chopped wo...
11 months ago 2,074 Words 1 Likes 172 Views -
Enter Winterfell
by ragefire1990
Chapter 5 in The Wizard’s Shadow
Winterfell greeted its lady with cold air and colder stone. The long ride ended beneath the looming gatehouse, where black towers rose sharp against the northern sky. The escort spilled into the yard with tired relief, horses snorting, men grumbling, servants rushing to unload wa...
11 months ago 1,013 Words 1 Likes 149 Views -
Continue with Catelyn and Mordane
by ragefire1990
Chapter 4 in The Wizard’s Shadow
By the fifth week, the land begins to change. The air grows colder. The road is harder, but the end is closer. A swollen ford slows the wagons. The men grunt as they push through, water to their thighs. Catelyn’s horse balks at the current, nearly pitching her into the stream....
11 months ago 404 Words 1 Likes 167 Views -
Continue with the Love Path
by ragefire1990
Chapter 3 in The Wizard’s Shadow
The storm is behind you, but the road does not ease. Every day the wagons groan, the men curse, and the sky hangs heavy with clouds. The escort moves slow, and no one is cheerful. By the second week, tempers fray. Bread is going stale, pork smells rancid. A quarrel nearly breaks...
11 months ago 442 Words 1 Likes 179 Views -
Introduction
by ragefire1990
Chapter 1 in The Wizard’s Shadow
**Prologue: A Stranger in Westeros** ------------------------------------ You awaken to the sound of hooves. The rhythm comes first, a hollow drumming, steady, unrelenting, as though the earth itself were a great heart and men on horseback its pulse. Each beat rattles through y...
11 months ago 1,122 Words 6 Likes 1,480 Views -
A (Love): Speak gently of loyalty and honor. Swear to guard her, win her trust.
by ragefire1990
Chapter 2 in The Wizard’s Shadow
The fire burns low that night. The men have eaten their fill of coarse bread and salt pork, their laughter fading into weary silence. Some sit sharpening blades, others slip away to the edge of camp to piss against trees, while a few simply lay down where they are, cloaks pulled...
11 months ago 1,128 Words 3 Likes 232 Views -
B (Lust): Compliment her beauty, note how even travel and hardship cannot dim her radiance.
by ragefire1990
Chapter 2 in The Wizard’s Shadow
The fire burns warm against the night chill, its glow gilding faces in shifting amber and shadow. The men lie scattered about the camp some half-drunk, some sharpening blades, others sprawled and already snoring. Beyond them, horses stamp restlessly, their breath steaming in the...
11 months ago 1,209 Words 3 Likes 202 Views -
C (Corruption): Whisper of her absent husband, of vows strained by distance and war.
by ragefire1990
Chapter 2 in The Wizard’s Shadow
The fire sputters low, a thin thread of flame fighting the damp. The men are restless tonight. The air is too sharp, the hills too quiet, the storm too near. They mutter as they eat, snapping at one another over scraps of bread and pork. Their laughter is , their weariness...
11 months ago 1,215 Words 3 Likes 191 Views
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