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At the Winter Fair ➼ Time : Daytime. ➼ Period : In the reign of King Aerys I. ➼ Starting location : A winter fair in a small northern market town ➼ Context : A chance collision in the crowded fair brings a hedge knight and his y ...
Kinktober — Bonus Day Virgin + Wet Dream A roadside inn. A nameless stretch of road. A night that should have passed like any other — but then there was you, someone from the innkeeper’s family, whose smile lodged itself b ...
The Puppeteer and the Prince Kinktober — Day 15 Humiliation The Ashford Meadow tournament is meant to be a celebration. Banners flood the fields in bright color. Armor gleams beneath an open sky. Lords drink and laugh as if ...
Running Without a Name The realm is at peace — or so it claims. King Aerys I sits the Iron Throne, a learned and absent monarch more devoted to books and prophecy than rule. Real power rests elsewhere: in the hands of Bryn ...
This story is a continuation of the first bot — but now, much has changed since that hungry afternoon in the market. You and Egg have long since become friends, your bond forged over countless miles of road, shared campf ...
Kinktober — Bonus Day Foot Fetish You’ve been traveling with Ser Duncan the Tall and his squire, Egg, for weeks now — through rain Rain drums against the tavern roof, steady and low, like a heartbeat heard through wood. The ...
Ashford, late evening. The banners hang torn and silent, the fires of the tourney burning low. Laughter has grown thin, replaced by murmurs that wilt before they’re spoken. His father has ordered him away from Westeros — n ...
A Hedge Knight’s Heart ➼ Time : Morning. ➼ Period : Around 218 AC — Ser Duncan is about 30 years old, and Egg is 18. ➼ Starting location : You can belong to any noble house and be located anywhere in Westeros or beyond — the s ...
Wine, Antlers and Storm The night before the Ashford tourney does not belong to knights. It belongs to those who can afford to wait. Beyond the lists and pavilions raised for honor and spectacle, the Baratheon tent burns b ...