Aegor was stunned, completely and utterly stunned. It was even more shocking than when he had seen Bran fall from the tower in the novel or the series. This event wasn't supposed to happen. He racked his brain trying to recall if Benjen had encountered any such attack while returning to the Wall from Winterfell.
Was it deliberate? Did Jaime and Cersei send someone to assassinate him? Or had the Starks discovered the truth about him and ...
Unlike the journey south to Winterfell over a month ago, where he experienced warmer temperatures and livelier roads bustling with travelers, Aegor now faced the grueling realities of returning north. With each passing day, the air grew colder, the roads narrower, and human settlements fewer and farther between. Three days after leaving Winterfell, farmland and villages vanished entirely, replaced by the desolation of the lands beyond the juri...
2024-12-22 20:14:11 +0000 UTC View PostAegor quietly returned to his room under the cover of darkness, his heart unable to settle.
This was a colossal gamble, a desperate attempt to rectify his blunder in trying to prevent Bran from falling and to mitigate the troubles he might face when leaving the Wall in the future. It felt like one lie was being patched with another, and while it might hold for now, the risks down the line were no less terrifying than facing the White Wa...
It was easy to assume things would go as planned. Aegor had learned this the hard way, making the same mistake over and over since arriving in this world.
Whether it was his initial encounter with the White Walkers, where he underestimated their numbers and nearly lost his life or his attempt to interfere with a critical plot point only to fail and land himself in trouble, the root cause was the same: misplaced confidence in his assumpt...
"What happened?" Cersei's voice was sharp, her wide eyes betraying her panic as she heard the boy's scream.
"He fell," Jaime said abruptly, turning from the window. He grabbed his windbreaker and hastily threw it on. "Hurry, we need to get down there."
"Who fell?"
"Bran Stark—Eddard's second son!"
"Damn it," Cersei hissed, her face pale. "Did he see us?"
"No, but we can't take any chances. Move! I'll get to...
"After all this searching, this is the 'good place' you found?"
"My dear sister, we've walked through every corner of Winterfell. This is the only spot without prying eyes."
"But there's someone downstairs! He saw us, and you even spoke to him! Are you sure he's really going to stay down there and not come snooping around?"
"Don't be afraid. If he dares to come up here, I'll break his neck." Jaime pulled Cersei closer, gri...
"That used to be a watchtower in Winterfell. I heard it was struck by lightning and burned down over a hundred years ago. After that, it was abandoned." Aegor's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly steadied himself and replied honestly. He didn't dare to fabricate anything that anyone in Winterfell could easily confirm. "I went inside once. It's filthy, chaotic, and the staircase has completely collapsed."
"It deserves to be abandoned. ...
The broken bricks and stones from the abandoned watchtower were scattered across the ground of the old inner courtyard. Winterfell had seen a summer snow not long ago, and while most of it had melted, faint traces of white lingered on the rubble.
The risk of being struck by falling debris was the primary reason the castle's residents rarely ventured into this part of Winterfell. Neglected for years, the courtyard was overgrown with weed...
If something must be done, the first step is to figure out what should happen next. How many major events tied to the main storyline were set to unfold during the king's stay in Winterfell?
Searching his memory, Aegor tried to recall the sequence of events.
In the far North, beyond the Wall, the King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was rallying the wildlings. They had gathered in the Frostfangs, attempting to use the rugged terrai...
Robert Baratheon was not a good king. Few in the Seven Kingdoms or at court would argue otherwise. Although he had everything a man could want and lived a life of indulgence and excess, Robert was keenly aware of one thing: he neither liked nor trusted the Lannisters. His old Hand of the King and adoptive father were both dead, leaving him uninterested in ruling and focused solely on pleasure. Yet even in his neglect of governance, he understo...
2024-12-22 19:39:59 +0000 UTC View PostAegor was indeed making things up, but his lies weren't entirely baseless. The original Author once mentioned that the world of Westeros is situated on a spherical planet, slightly larger than Earth, with a greater landmass. Aegor had personally verified this after arriving here. Based on the air pressure and gravity he could feel, the planetary environment of this world was strikingly similar to Earth's. If Martin's original setting held true...
2024-12-22 19:39:22 +0000 UTC View Post"Fear," Aegor concluded, his tone grave. "The greatest fortifications and standing armies were built to confront the most terrifying of enemies. It was fear that drove our ancestors thousands of years ago to construct walls as high as these and to sustain an army of over ten thousand men, soldiers who neither produced anything nor were mobilized for daily affairs. There is no other reasonable explanation."
"Well, you make a valid point,...
Aegor left the music and dancing behind as he stepped out into the courtyard. The cold wind hit his face, and the quiet of the night settled over him. The guards on the battlements above tightened their cloaks against the chill, their forms barely visible in the dim light. He scanned the area and quickly spotted Jon's figure, walking alone.
"Boy," an unfamiliar voice called out. Aegor couldn't immediately see the speaker, but he knew hi...
The noise in the hall quickly faded, and all eyes turned to the entrance as the guard escorted the Queen into the hall.
Before crossing into this world, Aegor had come across a saying: the Game of Thrones production team had limited funds and couldn't afford actors who combined youth, beauty, and acting skill, so they prioritized the latter. The result was that many characters in the series appeared older or less attractive than describ...
After drying himself off, Aegor picked up the clothes left by the servants. They were the characteristic all-black of the Night's Watch, but these were made of velvet, clearly not the standard issue uniforms of the Wall. The texture and workmanship were leagues above the coarse, practical clothing typically worn by the brothers. When he slipped them on and the soft fabric brushed against his skin, the sensation was so luxurious that he nearly ...
2024-12-22 19:35:54 +0000 UTC View PostIn Aegor's original world, the trajectory of civilization followed a spiral of progress, although there were moments of stagnation and regression, the general trend was one of upward development. But here, in Westeros, the situation was different.
Social advancement depended on productivity, which, in turn, relied heavily on population in an era of limited technological development. But feeding a population required resources, and the i...
Winterfell is not a city, but a castle. Its purpose, much like the Red Keep in King's Landing, is to serve as a fortress and provide shelter for its lord and his family. It lacks any urban functions and has no "citizens" in the traditional sense. According to legend, it was built by Brandon the Builder with the aid of giants. As a noble stronghold, Winterfell is undeniably impressive, but when compared to another structure said to have been bu...
2024-12-22 19:33:02 +0000 UTC View PostRegardless of the reasons why Benjen originally joined the Night's Watch, Aegor had to admit that he was, without question, a dedicated chief ranger. The lean and hardened man had received word from a raven that the king was expected to arrive in the North within three weeks. Knowing that the journey from Castle Black to Winterfell would take no more than two weeks, Benjen busied himself for several days overseeing defense patrol arrangements ...
2024-12-22 19:32:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhat a coincidence?
Of course, Aegor knew exactly what Maester Aemon was referring to. The death of Jon Arryn marked the beginning of the main storyline. It was an important moment, a pivotal turning point in the grand scheme of things. But right now, he didn't have the energy to think about such matters. Nearly ten days and nights of fleeing had left him utterly drained, physically and mentally. Although he had managed to hold his own ...
"So, you brought back two broken swords to prove that you and Gary weren't deserters, but heroes who killed White Walkers?" Commander Mormont stared at Aegor with a grave expression, scrutinizing him as though searching for signs of deceit.
Aegor took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I wouldn't dare call myself a hero. The truth is, I fled the battlefield ten days ago. I failed to save Ser Waymar Royce, and I didn't bring back his bod...
The ice sword struck the human, but it didn't produce the smooth sensation of slicing through flesh as expected. Instead, with a sharp crack, it shattered into countless fragments. At the same time, the White Walker felt something warm in its lower chest. A small, burning-hot object pierced through its ice armor and embedded itself in its abdomen, where it radiated an unbearable heat, like fire consuming its very soul.
What's happening?...
The sound of hooves grew louder, and soon the visitor's identity was revealed. Emerging from the trees was Will's horse, a creature killed ten days prior, its head split by an ice sword. Now, its stiff, decaying body was coated in icicles, and on its back sat a thin, pale figure.
The White Walker, the one who had pursued Aegor, had reanimated the dead horse into a wight and ascended from an ordinary White Walker to something more terrif...
The last remaining horse collapsed to the ground. Though still breathing, it could no longer stand.
Aegor looked south toward the faint outline of the Wall and then glanced over his shoulder at the forest behind them. Finally, he sank down onto the snow, utterly spent.
Ten days had passed since that horrifying night, the night they encountered the White Walkers. For ten days and nights, Aegor and Gary had been on the run. In that...
The second White Walker emerged silently from the shadows of a tree. It looked almost identical to the first—gaunt, pale, and terrible. He couldn't distinguish these creatures from one another. Then came the third, the fourth...
When the fifth pale figure stepped into view, Aegor's heart sank like a stone, freezing in his chest. Something was wrong. There shouldn't be this many!
Wait. Maybe there was only one White Walker who k...
Two miles wasn't far, but in the dense woods, progress was slow. Dusk was falling, and in the North, night descended quickly. The cloudless sky deepened into a bruised purple, the stars beginning to dot the heavens, and the moon rising pale and cold. Its light was faint, less than one-tenth of the sun's, but thanks to the snow blanketing the ground, the visibility was good enough.
"It's just ahead," Will whispered to Aegor, nervousness ...
"What?"
"What!"
Two voices rang out at the same time, one sharp with disbelief, the other laced with shock.
Waymar shot Aegor a strange look before turning his full attention to Will. "What exactly did you see? Tell me everything, and don't leave out a single detail."
"The camp is about two miles away, over a small snow-covered ridge next to a stream," Will reported, his voice tense. "The fire's burned out, there's ...
Waymar determined to make a name for himself, had already made up his mind to continue the chase. His three companions, however, were less than thrilled.
Will, a former poacher with excellent tracking skills, soon reported his findings: the group they were pursuing consisted of about ten people—men, women, and children. Most likely, they were a wildling family.
The people of the Seven Kingdoms often regarded wildlings as savage...
By law, deserters from the Night's Watch are considered criminals, and all lords of the Seven Kingdoms are bound to hunt them down and execute them. This is particularly true in the North, where the Stark family and their bannermen hold a close relationship with the Night's Watch and show no mercy to deserters. For those who attempt to flee south, the journey is fraught with peril. For those who flee north to join the wildlings, their fate is ...
2024-12-22 19:12:58 +0000 UTC View PostWoo—Woo—Woo
The horn blew—once, twice, and then a third time.
One sound meant brothers returning home, two meant wildlings were approaching, but why was it still blowing?
It had been thousands of years since the Night's Watch had blown the horn three times. The meaning behind it was so obscure that most of the black brothers had forgotten. But Aegor hadn't.
When that third, piercing sound, higher and longer th...
At the entrance, the cold, clean air from the air conditioner filled the space, adding an eerie stillness. All ninety soldiers wore gas masks, breathing carefully to slow their movements as they stood in tense silence. Their eyes were locked on the 20-centimeter-thick composite alloy steel door, the last barrier between them and Bardi.
Slade had divided the soldiers into 18 squads, their positions strategically crisscrossed to cover one...