Into the Fire - Daenerys GOT ASOIAF SI
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ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
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Not immediately.
R'hllor has domains of Light, Fire and Shadow. Dany no sells fire, the Light is kinda weak, and shadow can't get her while she's in the bonfire.
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You're missing the obvious.
If R'hllor wasn't willing to play along he could have extinguished the fire when she jumped in. At which point the Priests/Priestesses would have thought her an agent of The Other and killed her in response.
ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
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- Europe
Possibly, yes. That's true.
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- Liverpool
PRAISE THE SUN \●•●/
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- Australia
All things considered in a world that suffers such long winters and gets invaded by ice zombies and other ice themed bad stuff, some human sacrifice for the favor of a fire/light god, even if he is a lawful evil type, is kind of a good deal. Especially if its kept to willing zealots or criminals. Not that Im condoning that sort of behaviour of course...(BURN THEM ALL!!!)
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what is "jalter"?
Oh, and sorry guys, I didn't notice that a new page had been made, so I hadn't seen your posts at all until now
A character from fate grandorder with white hair pale skin who controls dragons and firewhat is "jalter"?
Oh, and sorry guys, I didn't notice that a new page had been made, so I hadn't seen your posts at all until now
Short for Joan d`arc alter by the way
RinKaihou
AllSeeingEye
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You forgot her being as cuckoo as Aerys
Chapter 6
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Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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It's… surprising, just how much having perfect vision still disturbs me.
Funny right? Something so supposedly good, and even I had to admit it was convenient and just generally better, but when you've lived most of a life wearing glasses they become a part of you, I consistently reached to grab glasses from a nightstand that didn't exist, even after having gone through being a literal infant all over again.
I actually missed the slight ache the bridge of my nose would develop over the course of the day from the weight of the vision correctors, I consistently tried to keep my eyes focused around my old field of view, even though my peripheral vision had no issues.
It felt godsdamn unnatural to be able to see hills and trees on the horizon with such crispness, hardly even a need to squint.
Just my damn luck that my biggest hangup was my glasses of all things.
A knock at the door made me look up, before I sighed.
"Come in."
The door swung open, revealing an oldish looking man who immediately gave me a deliberate once over.
My linen pajamas were gone, replaced by a simple red robe of a red priestess, except pint sized.
Around my neck hung a gold sigil which would apparently work to get me anywhere in the temple, yet I knew I was still restricted by what my bodyguards would allow.
It wasn't a deliberate attempt to restrain me, from what I could tell. I was still just five years old, and my life was a sudden precious commodity to the temple.
"There are representatives from Volantis here to see you… Blessed." He quickly turned away, not allowing me to get a read on his opinion on that.
The revelation of my fireproof nature and the apparent favor R'hllor extended towards me had, after the initial reaction, sparked intense controversy among the Red Faith.
Oh, they tried to keep me out of it, but even I could see the factionalism quickly spreading through the order.
I had a horrible feeling I'd knocked over a hornet's nest, upset a fragile balance I hadn't even known existed.
Still, it seemed everybody agreed that I was at least important to R'hllor, if nothing else, so again, relatively safe.
I noticed the man staring at me, and I blushed.
"Ah, sorry, lost in thought, coming."
Jumping off the bed, I slipped my bare feet into a pair of leather Jesus sandals, because fuck shoes, and I loved the inside joke.
The older man set off, and I followed as quick as my tiny legs could follow. The inner maze of the Braavos red temple living quarters were relatively austere in comparison to the rooms of worship, though the rooms each priest had to themselves and several lounge rooms were noticeably silk laden with all variety of bronze and gold candle works.
Stopping before a bronze door, the man glanced back to me.
"The assistant of the High Priest is a tad… intense." He stated, before with barely another glance the door was opened.
I stepped inside, noting the bronze, gold and iron decorations all along the walls, making it seem as if the circular room was surrounded by a crown of metal fire, one of the most ostentatious rooms I have seen here so far, and of course the red silks that were ever-present hanging from the ceiling.
Opposite the door was a fireplace, and in the center was a round table with many priests sat at it.
Some rose at the sight of me, though notably I saw one or two narrow their eyes.
"Come child, sit." I looked to the speaker, it was a tall woman with fair skin, inextricably attractive like most of the priestesses, yet I saw no magic makeup collar. Her hair was blacker than any I've seen, and she had rather large eyes that looked were amazingly gold colored.
I took an empty chair, before noting the wood of the table. It was a stark, blinding white, with blackened runes burned into it in intricate patterns.
Is that weirwood? Oh shit.
The woman smiled.
"Now, we have been discussing the Revelation that many of us have received from our Lord over the passed few weeks, despite several… divergent, interpretations of his will, most of can agree that R'hllor approved heavily of something about you, the sights in the flames have been especially … vibrant. There have even been mutterings about you being… well, something world-changing."
The fire in the hearth suddenly appeared very fascinating, and by the fact that the heads of everyone else in the room and shifted to look there, I felt a bead of cold sweat from sheer nervousness.
Focusing on it revealed that the flames were roaring mightily, yet there had only been a small fire when we entered the room.
All the magic being thrown around lately is making me nervous.
The woman shook herself before nodding to me, visibly attempting not to gaze into the flames.
"You are Daenerys Targaryen, exiled Princess of Westeros, heir to ..."king" Viserys, claimant to the Iron Throne, yes?"
I nodded.
"So would we be remiss in that your goal is to retake the Iron Throne?" The woman had an unreadable expression on her face, I noticed she had not mentioned giving the throne to my brother.
I looked away and clasped my hands.
"I've been… thinking on what to do with R'hllor's gifts for a fair while." I closed my eyes and bowed my head a bit.
"While the calls of my dead family roar to kill the Usurper and restore Targaryen rule over the Seven Kingdoms, and bringing this Faith into Westeros would certainly be a feat of worth by itself, a greater task has been stuck in my mind for a while. It heavily concerns the fate of the Faith in it's heartlands, in these lands, in establishing R'hllor's reach farther and wider than it has ever had."
I looked up, and smiled.
"It starts with bringing magic back into this world."
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Random Guardsman
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The large crowd of red robed fanatics was disturbing to be near.
Kylo placed a hand on the hilt of his sword as he watched the crowd of Red Priests and Priestesses grow. They'd been gathering for the past hour by the three ships that had come into harbor this morning, and he had no idea what was going on.
Eventually he noticed a new group coming in from the city. Dozens of Priests, this time adorned with mail covered in red tabards and solid helms, all wielding swords.
In the center of their group was a few more normal looking priests and a small child in the robes.
"What?" He muttered, as they all began to board the ships.
Within the hour everyone who seemed to be leaving was on board, and the ship was off.
This was a new level of strangeness from the red freaks.
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Robert
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'Petitions and counting coppers, then more petitions, and more coppers.' Robert Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men thought to himself, goblet of wine in hand as he sat on his throne.
'Hells, whenever it wasn't those two things it was petty issues that wasn't even worth thinking about. Who bloody cares if some pissants are painting ball and pillars on your house?!'
Throwing back the goblet of wine, Robert then pounded a fist on the armrest of the throne, the loud thump stopping dead the simpering of the latest petitioner, something about items disappearing from his tavern.
"This is an issue for the Goldcloaks, I don't even know how you got here, leave now."
Standing up, Robert growled.
"I need a fucking hunt, Selmy! Prepare the hunting party!" He shouted.
Stomping off, he tried very hard to ignore the smug face of his damned wife as he entered the inner corridors leading towards Maegor's keep, he wanted to go out in full armor this time, he'd get enough boar and deer to feed the entire keep if he had anything to say about it!
In his path was Varys, which made his face darken.
"Well then, spit it out. Never see your shining head unless there's fires to put out."
The eunuch bowed his head quickly before lifting a hand with a scroll in it.
"The Exiles have been separated, Viserys stands alone while his sister has joined the faith."
Robert blinked once, then again before raising a brow.
This was too good to be true.
"Well, that's one way to get rid of her then, so what's the issue." Varys lifted his head with a neutral expression.
"I'm afraid it's slightly more complicated than that Sire. See, she joined the Red god's faith, and not just as an initiate."
Varys sighed.
"It appeared she's become, overnight, some kind of holy figure for them. Even now her person with a large escort is being brought to Volantis for purposes unknown, but I assume them to be worrisome. The power of the Red Priests is very much evident in Volantis and, depending on how it is handled, she may soon have a considerable amount of support."
Robert opened and closed his hand, before finally clenching it.
"Then she is an active threat. Fine then, damn Ned's wishes. Get rid of her, and the boy-spawn while you're at it."
Vary bowed his head, and Robert brushed past him.
He really needed to kill something now.
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A/N – I'm loving the responses I've been getting to this story, so much discussion and enthusiasm, it makes me inspired to write.
Less so on SV, but that's to be expected, traffic on that one is always slow
Obviously, things are starting to get real interesting! Muahahaha!
PS: The timeline will be meeting the show, so ages are set there. So basically when Winter comes Daenerys will be 22, and the events of canon start when she is 17. Don't worry, I'm sure you've all figured out by now that this is definitely not pure show canon.
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It's… surprising, just how much having perfect vision still disturbs me.
Funny right? Something so supposedly good, and even I had to admit it was convenient and just generally better, but when you've lived most of a life wearing glasses they become a part of you, I consistently reached to grab glasses from a nightstand that didn't exist, even after having gone through being a literal infant all over again.
I actually missed the slight ache the bridge of my nose would develop over the course of the day from the weight of the vision correctors, I consistently tried to keep my eyes focused around my old field of view, even though my peripheral vision had no issues.
It felt godsdamn unnatural to be able to see hills and trees on the horizon with such crispness, hardly even a need to squint.
Just my damn luck that my biggest hangup was my glasses of all things.
A knock at the door made me look up, before I sighed.
"Come in."
The door swung open, revealing an oldish looking man who immediately gave me a deliberate once over.
My linen pajamas were gone, replaced by a simple red robe of a red priestess, except pint sized.
Around my neck hung a gold sigil which would apparently work to get me anywhere in the temple, yet I knew I was still restricted by what my bodyguards would allow.
It wasn't a deliberate attempt to restrain me, from what I could tell. I was still just five years old, and my life was a sudden precious commodity to the temple.
"There are representatives from Volantis here to see you… Blessed." He quickly turned away, not allowing me to get a read on his opinion on that.
The revelation of my fireproof nature and the apparent favor R'hllor extended towards me had, after the initial reaction, sparked intense controversy among the Red Faith.
Oh, they tried to keep me out of it, but even I could see the factionalism quickly spreading through the order.
I had a horrible feeling I'd knocked over a hornet's nest, upset a fragile balance I hadn't even known existed.
Still, it seemed everybody agreed that I was at least important to R'hllor, if nothing else, so again, relatively safe.
I noticed the man staring at me, and I blushed.
"Ah, sorry, lost in thought, coming."
Jumping off the bed, I slipped my bare feet into a pair of leather Jesus sandals, because fuck shoes, and I loved the inside joke.
The older man set off, and I followed as quick as my tiny legs could follow. The inner maze of the Braavos red temple living quarters were relatively austere in comparison to the rooms of worship, though the rooms each priest had to themselves and several lounge rooms were noticeably silk laden with all variety of bronze and gold candle works.
Stopping before a bronze door, the man glanced back to me.
"The assistant of the High Priest is a tad… intense." He stated, before with barely another glance the door was opened.
I stepped inside, noting the bronze, gold and iron decorations all along the walls, making it seem as if the circular room was surrounded by a crown of metal fire, one of the most ostentatious rooms I have seen here so far, and of course the red silks that were ever-present hanging from the ceiling.
Opposite the door was a fireplace, and in the center was a round table with many priests sat at it.
Some rose at the sight of me, though notably I saw one or two narrow their eyes.
"Come child, sit." I looked to the speaker, it was a tall woman with fair skin, inextricably attractive like most of the priestesses, yet I saw no magic makeup collar. Her hair was blacker than any I've seen, and she had rather large eyes that looked were amazingly gold colored.
I took an empty chair, before noting the wood of the table. It was a stark, blinding white, with blackened runes burned into it in intricate patterns.
Is that weirwood? Oh shit.
The woman smiled.
"Now, we have been discussing the Revelation that many of us have received from our Lord over the passed few weeks, despite several… divergent, interpretations of his will, most of can agree that R'hllor approved heavily of something about you, the sights in the flames have been especially … vibrant. There have even been mutterings about you being… well, something world-changing."
The fire in the hearth suddenly appeared very fascinating, and by the fact that the heads of everyone else in the room and shifted to look there, I felt a bead of cold sweat from sheer nervousness.
Focusing on it revealed that the flames were roaring mightily, yet there had only been a small fire when we entered the room.
All the magic being thrown around lately is making me nervous.
The woman shook herself before nodding to me, visibly attempting not to gaze into the flames.
"You are Daenerys Targaryen, exiled Princess of Westeros, heir to ..."king" Viserys, claimant to the Iron Throne, yes?"
I nodded.
"So would we be remiss in that your goal is to retake the Iron Throne?" The woman had an unreadable expression on her face, I noticed she had not mentioned giving the throne to my brother.
I looked away and clasped my hands.
"I've been… thinking on what to do with R'hllor's gifts for a fair while." I closed my eyes and bowed my head a bit.
"While the calls of my dead family roar to kill the Usurper and restore Targaryen rule over the Seven Kingdoms, and bringing this Faith into Westeros would certainly be a feat of worth by itself, a greater task has been stuck in my mind for a while. It heavily concerns the fate of the Faith in it's heartlands, in these lands, in establishing R'hllor's reach farther and wider than it has ever had."
I looked up, and smiled.
"It starts with bringing magic back into this world."
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Random Guardsman
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The large crowd of red robed fanatics was disturbing to be near.
Kylo placed a hand on the hilt of his sword as he watched the crowd of Red Priests and Priestesses grow. They'd been gathering for the past hour by the three ships that had come into harbor this morning, and he had no idea what was going on.
Eventually he noticed a new group coming in from the city. Dozens of Priests, this time adorned with mail covered in red tabards and solid helms, all wielding swords.
In the center of their group was a few more normal looking priests and a small child in the robes.
"What?" He muttered, as they all began to board the ships.
Within the hour everyone who seemed to be leaving was on board, and the ship was off.
This was a new level of strangeness from the red freaks.
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Robert
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'Petitions and counting coppers, then more petitions, and more coppers.' Robert Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men thought to himself, goblet of wine in hand as he sat on his throne.
'Hells, whenever it wasn't those two things it was petty issues that wasn't even worth thinking about. Who bloody cares if some pissants are painting ball and pillars on your house?!'
Throwing back the goblet of wine, Robert then pounded a fist on the armrest of the throne, the loud thump stopping dead the simpering of the latest petitioner, something about items disappearing from his tavern.
"This is an issue for the Goldcloaks, I don't even know how you got here, leave now."
Standing up, Robert growled.
"I need a fucking hunt, Selmy! Prepare the hunting party!" He shouted.
Stomping off, he tried very hard to ignore the smug face of his damned wife as he entered the inner corridors leading towards Maegor's keep, he wanted to go out in full armor this time, he'd get enough boar and deer to feed the entire keep if he had anything to say about it!
In his path was Varys, which made his face darken.
"Well then, spit it out. Never see your shining head unless there's fires to put out."
The eunuch bowed his head quickly before lifting a hand with a scroll in it.
"The Exiles have been separated, Viserys stands alone while his sister has joined the faith."
Robert blinked once, then again before raising a brow.
This was too good to be true.
"Well, that's one way to get rid of her then, so what's the issue." Varys lifted his head with a neutral expression.
"I'm afraid it's slightly more complicated than that Sire. See, she joined the Red god's faith, and not just as an initiate."
Varys sighed.
"It appeared she's become, overnight, some kind of holy figure for them. Even now her person with a large escort is being brought to Volantis for purposes unknown, but I assume them to be worrisome. The power of the Red Priests is very much evident in Volantis and, depending on how it is handled, she may soon have a considerable amount of support."
Robert opened and closed his hand, before finally clenching it.
"Then she is an active threat. Fine then, damn Ned's wishes. Get rid of her, and the boy-spawn while you're at it."
Vary bowed his head, and Robert brushed past him.
He really needed to kill something now.
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A/N – I'm loving the responses I've been getting to this story, so much discussion and enthusiasm, it makes me inspired to write.
Less so on SV, but that's to be expected, traffic on that one is always slow
Obviously, things are starting to get real interesting! Muahahaha!
PS: The timeline will be meeting the show, so ages are set there. So basically when Winter comes Daenerys will be 22, and the events of canon start when she is 17. Don't worry, I'm sure you've all figured out by now that this is definitely not pure show canon.
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- West Michigan
I just noticed the second meaning in the title.
I feel like an idiot. What exactly is she planning on doing in Volantis?
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
R'hllor can do a lot. But thankfully every hint suggests that he (arguably it, being generally abstract and non-personified) is very much not like what Melisandre thinks he is. She has some twisted vision of him cast through the lens of Asshai, a poisoned place and a poisoned culture where everything centers around an ounce of power and a pound of sacrifice, and elsewhere... he legitimately is the warming flame in a cold night. And that continent needs all the comfort it can get.
Having a central figure, and the top end priests from the whole world of the faithful, is going to spur one hell of a reformation.
Varys is spooked. His running theory is that you are an empty husk possessed or outright animated by the fire he remembers from the ritual that traumatized him. Some part of his brain just spent three hours screaming silently after reading his reports before the gears started spinning again.
Robert... this will be good for him, at least once reports of assassins and mercenaries being sent back in small urns reaches him. Westeros is kinda bad at this sort of work? He might cause bigger issues for the Seven Kingdoms though.
Having a central figure, and the top end priests from the whole world of the faithful, is going to spur one hell of a reformation.
Varys is spooked. His running theory is that you are an empty husk possessed or outright animated by the fire he remembers from the ritual that traumatized him. Some part of his brain just spent three hours screaming silently after reading his reports before the gears started spinning again.
Robert... this will be good for him, at least once reports of assassins and mercenaries being sent back in small urns reaches him. Westeros is kinda bad at this sort of work? He might cause bigger issues for the Seven Kingdoms though.
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Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
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- ALSO SCREAMING.
Dany has much uglier fish to batter fry that are much closer to home. Westeros is a cludgy, inefficient monument to everything wrong with decentralized feudal systems but right now Essos is making that continent look good.
Slavery is performed to a degree that would almost be nonsensical in any part of real world history, the worth of slaves being devalued through oversupply to the point a human life isn't even a coldblooded investment anymore. The Great Grass Sea is this surging thing that devours any city that falters, the Dothraki terraforming the world into their empty ideal one acre at a time. The oligarchs don't even try to cast the illusion of any sort of noblesse oblige and, worst of all, they are so damn successful at their damn game even as the rest of creation turns into a thing of maggots and rot.
Better to live under Roose Bolton or Balon Greyjoy, as horrifying as that prospect is.
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Given that Ned has been north for the last 12 years and Arryn is hand why would it occur to Robert to wonder what Ned would feel about a decision? Yes he likes him but he's been a political bit player for over a decade, he certainly hasn't taken any position about killing the Targaryens. I would have thought it would be 'damn Jon's wishes'.
Jamie Roberts
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I don't think that makes sense either. Arryn was far too successful an operator in Westerosi politics to be a man with clean hands.
Not really all that successful given the state of the realm. As for all the political savvy Arryn may have had either for cultural or personal reasons he let Robert walk over him. Plus who said he had clean hands? You can be ruthless and still decry murdering children. Everyone has standards after all.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
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- ALSO SCREAMING.
Jon did damn well just making sure there was still an Iron Throne at all. As it was, it was only the tenuous network of marriages that Jon brokered with the rest of the STAB Alliance and, later, the Lannisters that even gave it a shot. The only people left smelling like roses at the end of things were the Westerlands, the Iron Islanders, and the Reach (which arguably counts for SEVERAL kingdoms by itself).
If Mace had the balls to say that he thought that, no, the Iron Throne died with the Mad King... there wouldn't have been an Iron Throne one day later. Dorne already wanted more or less everyone else fed to their own children, the Iron Islands are the goddamn Iron Islands, Tywin can't see past the gilding on his family name. And Robert's allies weren't all that invested in the New World Order, honestly. The Tullies barely even rule the Riverlands, being barely more than peers in their own home, and the North just wanted to go home once they exacted their vengeance. They barely counted as part of the Throne in the first place. That was how fragile the balance was.
So I'm not going to badmouth Jon. He worked a legitimate miracle just keeping things together as far as the start of canon. Without him, the best Robert could have swung (if he even won the war) would have been the Stormlands annexing the Crownlands.
Killing the Targaryen children would arguably have been the wrong move just from a realpolitik angle. People had to want Robert, or at least not mind him, and considering his claim on the Throne came down to a distant kinship with them? Yeah. At the very least killing them would have made things slightly harder, at least in the early days.
If Mace had the balls to say that he thought that, no, the Iron Throne died with the Mad King... there wouldn't have been an Iron Throne one day later. Dorne already wanted more or less everyone else fed to their own children, the Iron Islands are the goddamn Iron Islands, Tywin can't see past the gilding on his family name. And Robert's allies weren't all that invested in the New World Order, honestly. The Tullies barely even rule the Riverlands, being barely more than peers in their own home, and the North just wanted to go home once they exacted their vengeance. They barely counted as part of the Throne in the first place. That was how fragile the balance was.
So I'm not going to badmouth Jon. He worked a legitimate miracle just keeping things together as far as the start of canon. Without him, the best Robert could have swung (if he even won the war) would have been the Stormlands annexing the Crownlands.
Killing the Targaryen children would arguably have been the wrong move just from a realpolitik angle. People had to want Robert, or at least not mind him, and considering his claim on the Throne came down to a distant kinship with them? Yeah. At the very least killing them would have made things slightly harder, at least in the early days.
The day after that the Tyrells would have seen many challenges to their power within the Reach since the Iron Throne was the main thing keeping them there. Otherwise, you're totally right. The Iron Throne, as an institution, was held together by social inertia and Jaehaerys the Conciliator's well laid foundations once the last dragon died. The social capital of the crown was well and truly spent by Aerys and Rhaegar's madness and after that it was Jon Arryn being willing to accommodate everyone to at least some extent as well as Tywin Lannister's greed for status that was keeping it afloat. The Seven Kingdoms were a messy kludge right from the start, only barely held together at first by force of dragon fire and later by jockeying for a place at the throne's table that was made attractive as much by the illusion of power and status it offered as any real benefits that came from it. Even then, Dorne and the North were only barely a part of the kingdoms as a whole. The close blood ties between the Baratheons and Targaryens as well as the Tyrells having a weak claim to overlordship of the Reach were key ingredients to the Iron Throne's power the entirety of it's history.
If, after the Dance, the Vale and Westerlands had cashed out at the same time, that would have been it. Especially if they did it before Dorne was brought aboard. The North would have likely split too and the Riverlands would have done what they've always done: suffered.
After Robert's Rebellion, the idea of a unified Westeros had become far more fragile than anyone wanted to admit, this was proven beyond doubt by Renly who after the death of Robert was like "Legitimacy be damned, I got the troops, I'm taking the throne!" he saw how weak the whole mess really was and it's fairly likely that if Stannis hadn't been playing with magic, he could have seized King's Landing at the very least and ended up forcing the Lannisters to fight for it and ruined the whole damn thing forever. Then by the time Dany or FAegon showed up, there would have been a far more daunting prospect of needing to reconquer the Seven Kingdoms while ice zombies and shit were attacking from the North. Good Times.
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Hahaha, no. You're drinking raw, unpasteurized milk. Even in the modern day, that's dangerous. Putting my mighty highschool/wikipedia knowledge on display: raw milk = bad. On a more serious note, you can catch any disease a cow has by rinking raw milk, and it spoils rapidly. The further the cow is from you, the higher the danger. And they used to add chamicals to make the milk smell fresh so people couldn't tell is was spoiled. While fresh milk from a healthy cow is a good thing, in Bravos that's not all too likely.
You're right! No, wait, you're still thinking too small! Kaiser should build a nuke, damnit! They've had several years, the lazy bum! Of course they should know how to make that, doesn't everyone?
I rather like this story, Kainerys is limited by his/her age and gender. They aren't able to change everything, because nobody cares what they think. They're just a little girl. No loyal servants for you.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
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- ALSO SCREAMING.
The thing with that milk? Its still safer than pretty much any water you didn't carefully boil yourself. Or pretty much any meat you see ever. Or just about anything else. Everything is trying to kill you. Now dealing with brucellosis would really, really suck... but, again, the world is more or less made out of different plagues held together with duct tape.
Now it is probably a little bit safer because you would be buying from top-tier markets and people who sell bad milk, considering that they are selling it to people who actually matter, would get a few throats cut. If I'm some oligarch and I am ejecting my entire digestive tract through my anus for a week running because of you, turning me into a human sea cucumber, I'd be happy to throw a few gold dragons to make your life miserable if not short.
Also right now at least we have people who could literally burn an infection out of you if they need to.
Now it is probably a little bit safer because you would be buying from top-tier markets and people who sell bad milk, considering that they are selling it to people who actually matter, would get a few throats cut. If I'm some oligarch and I am ejecting my entire digestive tract through my anus for a week running because of you, turning me into a human sea cucumber, I'd be happy to throw a few gold dragons to make your life miserable if not short.
Also right now at least we have people who could literally burn an infection out of you if they need to.
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since in the show(which is what i'm using for ages) Daenerys starts out as being 17 years old, and the starting year for GOT is supposedly 297, wouldn't the year be 285? Just need some clarification here, would be useful.
EDIT: she is 5 at the moment, so she'd have been born on 280 AC, which would also be about when Robert's Rebellion won and the Baratheon dynasty took over. Daenerys's age is a useful count for that at least.
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