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He thinks of the knights of songs, and he wonders if one day, they will sing songs of him.

Lovely banner by page thirteen. @TDA
Categories: Fanfiction; Fandom : Game of Thrones
Genre: Adventure , Fantasy , Romance
Genre, Nonfiction : None
Other Languages: None
Warnings: Someone dies

Challenges: None; Series: None
Chapters: 1; Completed: No
Word count: 3325 Read: 59
Published: Aug 22, 2016 Updated: Aug 22, 2016
Story Notes:Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes… - Sansa Stark, A Game of Thrones

The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw. - Jon Snow, A Dance With Dragons.


She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard. - Sansa Stark, A Clash of Kings

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.” - Jon Snow, A Storm of Swords

1. Prologue by MiHnn [Reviews - 0] (3325 words)

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