Light fell through the tall arched window in a soft yellow band across the oak desk. Dust drifted in it. Outside, gulls cried over the harbor.
Lord Hobert Hightower sat writing. The scratch of the quill was steady and dry. He did not look up when the door opened. He knew that step.
Lady Lynesse entered without knocking. Her gown rustled as she crossed the room. She stopped before th...
2026-02-13 13:04:37 +0000 UTC View PostThe rocks along the shore were dark with the churn of the tide. Knights of House Hightower stood there in loose ranks, cloaks snapping softly in the wind.
No one spoke.
They shifted their footing. Wiped damp palms against leather. Drew slow breaths to steady their hearts.
Three dragons had just grounded before them like living mountains.
Closest was the Bronze Fury, Verm...
2026-02-08 12:59:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe road southwest of Ashford was little more than a long scar of mud and stone, beaten flat by wagon wheels and hooves. The sun hung high above, drying the surface just enough that each rut shone dark and slick. A wooden cart creaked along at a steady pace, its wheels groaning in complaint every time they struck a deeper groove.
The man driving it sat hunched slightly forward, reins wrap...
2026-02-03 21:12:40 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the creation of the Runic Knights, when Aegon had only just begun to explore the intersection of biological matter and magic, he became keenly aware of a significant limitation: his lack of formal medical knowledge.
In his previous life, he had been a game developer. Beyond the basic biology he had learned in school, he possessed neither advanced theoretical understanding nor pract...
2026-01-29 22:38:04 +0000 UTC View PostNews that the Pyromancer Prince had succeeded in forging Valyrian steel spread faster than any raven could fly. It raced from the Crownlands to the Riverlands, the Vale, and the Stormlands, a wildfire of awe and avarice. The knighthoods of his elder brothers, Viserys and Daemon, were quickly overshadowed by this seismic revelation.
Nobles who normally prized their composure became restles...
2026-01-25 09:43:13 +0000 UTC View PostRed Keep
Aegon stood before the polished mirror in his chambers, adjusting the high collar of his tunic with care. The fabric was rich black, embroidered with subtle silver thread, suitable for the ceremony to come. He frowned faintly as a fold refused to lie flat.
From behind him, Gael appeared in the mirror’s reflection. She wore a gown of soft yellow silk, the sleeves and hem e...
2026-01-20 00:47:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe archer’s lungs burned as he crashed through the undergrowth, branches whipping at his face. He was no soldier; he was a poacher from a nearby village who’d thought banditry would be easier than starving. Now he was cursing the scar-faced Essosi captain and his men to every hell he could name. They’d vanished before first light, along with the chest of silver and good weapons. Left beh...
2026-01-16 06:12:48 +0000 UTC View PostThe sun was low, casting long, jagged shadows through the dense woods west of the Rosby-Duskendale road. A bird, a common wood pigeon, flew steadily over the canopy of oaks and pines, past rocky outcrops and hidden gullies. It finally dipped into a narrow, well-concealed valley.
Below, nestled against a steep hillside and sheltered by overhanging rock, was a crude settlement. A dozen or m...
2026-01-10 22:45:25 +0000 UTC View PostRed Keep
The air in Aemma Arryn’s chambers was warm and scented with lavender. Princess Gael sat across from her, the two young women surrounded by bolts of silk and samite. A pair of maids dutifully held up gowns for their consideration, the rich fabrics rustling with every movement.
“The silver thread on the neckline,” Aemma suggested, her finger tracing the air an inch from...
2026-01-06 21:50:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe corridor beyond the throne room was quiet, muffled by thick stone and old tapestries. Torchlight flickered along the walls as Aegon walked. His boots echoed softly against the floor.
Two Kingsguard stood before a heavy door of dark oak banded with iron. At his approach, they straightened and gave a short bow.
“My Prince”
Aegon returned the nod and pushed the door open....
2026-01-02 00:46:12 +0000 UTC View PostAs we step into a new year, I want to thank every one of you for being here and supporting this journey.
I wish you good health, peace of mind, and steady prosperity in the year ahead. May happiness find its way into your homes, and may your families and friends remain safe, strong, and well.
Your support, whether through reading, commenting, or subscribing, truly means a lot to me....
2026-01-01 05:49:50 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone,
Unfortunately, I managed to catch the full winter combo of cough, cold, and fever this week. Writing while foggy-headed never ends well, so I’m taking a short break to recover properly.
✨ The next chapter will be posted on Sunday at 8 AM UTC. (No worries there!)
Thanks for being patient and supportive. I’ll be back on my feet (an...
2025-12-11 15:39:58 +0000 UTC View Post96 AC
The air on the Narrow Sea was unnervingly still. Before them, the journey ended in a wall. A curtain of uniform, light-devouring grey stretched as far as the eye could see, a six-mile-wide blasphemy against the natural order. This was the Cursed Murk. The Strangler’s Mists. A year ago, it had simply appeared, and since then, it had swallowed every fool a...
2025-11-27 08:25:18 +0000 UTC View PostKing’s Landing, Red Keep
The evening breeze that swept through the open balcony of the King’s solar was unseasonably cool. King Jaehaerys sat in a high-backed chair, his face turned towards the city. The lines on his face, carved by time, seemed deeper in the twilight.
Septon Barth stood by the sideboard, the only sound the soft glug of Arbor gold as he filled two crystal glasse...
2025-11-23 00:37:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe raven sat heavily on Rickon Stark’s desk, its message unrolled beside a half-finished cup of mulled wine. He read the words once more.
A royal declaration: Volantis named as the hirers of the Faceless Man who had tried to kill Prince Aegon.
An alignment between Braavos and the Targaryens.
A strike on Volantene ships.
The words felt ...
2025-11-19 19:49:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe news spread from port to port, carried by fast galleys and whispering merchants, moving quicker than any raven. The burning of the Volantene fleet in the Summer Sea was the kind of story that demanded to be told.
In the taverns of Lys, the counting houses of Myr, and the armories of Tyrosh, the details were dissected.
A Braavos-Targaryen alliance.
<... 2025-11-15 14:11:41 +0000 UTC View PostAegon’s spiritual senses screamed a warning a half-second before the charge began. He didn't think; he threw himself sideways behind the cover of a massive oak. The bear slammed into the space he had just occupied, its claws tearing deep gouges in the trunk. The impact shook the tree, snow raining down from its branches. Aegon was already moving, his boots slipping on the damp ground as he da...
2025-11-11 21:08:47 +0000 UTC View PostHey everyone,
Chapter pace: 2 new chapters each week for Flamekeepers.
Instead of fixed days, each new chapter will usually be posted 3 days after the previous one (sometimes 4 days if polishing takes a little extra time).
You can roughly estimate the next chapter by checking how long ago the latest one was posted (Patreon shows “posted X ho...
2025-11-09 14:49:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe fire crackled in the hearth of Lord Rickon’s solar. Bennard stood before his brother’s heavy oak desk, a cup of ale in his hand, having just finished his account of the day’s events.
“So,” Rickon said, his voice a low rumble as he stared into the flames. “The prince used his fire magic. He killed the direwolf and saved Benjen’s life.” He finally looked up, his gaze set...
2025-11-07 23:54:38 +0000 UTC View Post“A lone one, by the looks of it,” Bennard muttered. “No sign of a pack nearby… thank the gods for that.”
He could feel the prince’s presence behind them, observing silently. The prince didn’t flinch from the gore; he was studying it with the same intense focus.
Benjen rose, his brow furrowed. He glanced from the dark tree line to Aegon and back to his father. “Father...
2025-11-03 16:14:34 +0000 UTC View PostKing’s Landing. Red Keep.
The king’s solar was closed; inside, a private meeting was underway. Four men stood in the quiet of the chamber. A Braavosi chest lay open on the table, its grisly contents bare to view; three heads of Volantene men frozen in their final grimace. Beside the chest rested a letter: the Sea Lord’s reply concerning the attempted assassination of Prince Aegon. T...
2025-10-30 22:22:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe lord’s stutter seemed to break the frozen tableau, but the silence that followed was just as heavy. The only sound was the wind whipping across the courtyard and the low, rumbling breath of the dragon at his back.
Aegon’s gaze swept over the stunned faces before settling back on Lord Rickon. He offered a slight smile. “My apologies for the dramatic entrance, Lord Stark. After su...
2025-10-27 16:55:10 +0000 UTC View PostPentos
The harbor stirred awake with the day. Ships groaned at their moorings as ropes tightened, sails unfurled, and dockhands shouted across the water. Gulls screamed overhead, darting between the masts.
On the street beyond the piers, a few barefoot children chased a ball of knotted rags. Their careless laughter cut through the morning noise. The ball slipped from their hands and...
2025-10-22 22:59:23 +0000 UTC View Post