Se connecter"Presenting to the King, the Grand Maester Gryfield of the Healing Hall and the Maester of the Forest, Welsfar," the servant announced.Walking through the enormous doors as they opened, Welsfar's eyes wandered through every detail. His lips parted. It was totally different from when he last saw it, when he was a little boy.His father worked as a Steward to the palace and his mother a cook, which left him exploring the palace grounds every chance he got. And that was when he met him. "Little Snow," he muttered, reminiscing. The only child amongst royalties that never looked down on him as a low-born hybrid.He would often leave his noble friends to have playtime with Welsfar. He would bring food and all the finest meals.One day changed it all. The day he left the palace to come see his poor friend with no rank or title, outside the castle walls. The day Little Snow left the palace to see the world outside. That day he was beaten and stripped of all the expensive things he had on, ev
"I'm too old to ride a horse, Welsfar," Gryfield said, smacking his lips."Then you'll join my horse. But first we have to go see the western waterways. Come on now," Welsfar said, helping Gryfield up the horse.Welsfar swung the reins, his fingers tightening around them. “Hyahh!” He kicked the horse's side.Gryfield grimaced. his fingers tightening around Welsfar's waist. "Slow down, you want to throw me off?""I'm sorry, Maester. You have to hold on tighter. “We barely have time.” chuckling as the words escaped his mouth.Gryfield shrugged as he mumbled.Hearing the current of the flowing river from a distance, Welsfar charged faster towards it. Leaving the horse at a distance from the bank of the river, he extended a hand to Gryfield and helped him down carefully, as his brittle bones could not withstand a fall from a certain height."We walk the rest of the way by foot," his voice echoing through the void.Gryfield shot him a puzzled look. "I can't walk that distance, boy!" hittin
Still beneath the healing hall, Welsfar stood in the forbidden zone, calculative and worried at the same time."There was a window, Gryfield. The one that kills the host and the thing growing inside," Welsfar said, using his hand to smack his head."Hmm… you seem to forget other windows: one that births it prematurely, and a window that kills anyone trying to eliminate it," Gryfield responded.Looking at the dark tunnel ahead, water drops hit the hard stone. "Tink…Tink…" Welsfar's eyes pierced through the darkness, his intuition racing speedily."It's not in the healing hall," his eyes still focused on the pitch black tunnel."What?" The other Healer muttered out. "But… but I heard it feeds on your core!""It does," Welsfar said. "But the healing hall is filled with a bunch of sick people. Their cores are weak. The scent masked the cores of those that are healthy, so it couldn't smell them.""The hunt has begun," Welsfar growled through clenched teeth."What do we do?" The Healers who
Nario's firm posture shuddered, his lips quavering as blood kept dripping from the side of his head. His neck trembled as he felt the weight of the crown double. Turning to the side, his gaze met his mother's."Mother…" Nario whispered inaudibly but loud enough for Cersei to hear. His eyes sank in horror as fear consumed the remainder of his demeanor.Cersei felt her heart leap into her throat. Raising her hand to the air in a still position, she whispered, "Hold it in…"Nario nodded, managing to straighten his face like his mother commanded."All hail the crown prince," the Royal Herald announced."All hail the crown prince." The crowd erupted in unison as applause spread across the hall.Nario, still maintaining a poised figure, felt his knees getting weak."Ladies and gentlemen, I urge you to wine and dine. Enjoy the rest of the evening," King Regor said, beaming with pride.Immediately the hall got busy, rowdy with chattering as glass cups clinked.Cersei rushed towards Nario abru
For a split second, his face flushed as he turned slowly, seeing who it was. His eyes lit up."Gryfield?" walking into his embrace."Ha…ha… Welsfar, look at you!" Gryfield said, chuckling. Still in the comfort of their embrace, he patted Welsfar's back.Welsfar, basking in the rush of the past, inhaled slowly. Gryfield had always been one prominent figure in his life he couldn't forget."Ohh I see, you joined the elderly," Gryfield winked, pulling Welsfar's white beard. "You grew old fast!" he said as Welsfar burst into laughter."Let's not forget you're the elder here…""Yes! Hmmm… I am. But as I remember, at your age I had not even grown a streak of grey hair. But here you are, this same age, not a strand of green grass left."Welsfar drew back from the clutteredness of the hall. "You've done quite a great job. It's busier than I even remembered."Gryfield's eyes darkened. "Welsfar… There's something…" His gaze fell to the ground, the skin on his face folded onto themselves. Beads o
Mondeigo's head turned from side to side as candle flames flickered, making him squint tightly. Clenching his fists, his limbs jerked as his eyes rolled backwards."What's happening to him?" Agatha asked, shaking Morris's arm vigorously.Morris rose to his feet slowly, his eyes turning white."Eel scales?" he asked, collecting a handful from Vagos. "Eyes…" He muttered, still in a trance.The sight of Vagos giving freshly plucked eagle eyes to Morris made Agatha's skin cold."Ears…" Morris demanded as Vagos gave him fresh rabbit ears.Startled, Agatha hesitated to leave her son. She scurried to the corner where she hid as she watched everything.Morris placed the rabbit's fur, eagle feather, and eel scales around Mondeigo."Mondeigo avantus traskleir, visto alshsdon, Vashmushtoz haseeke, franvs." (Ancient incantations)Vagos, in utter awe, turned to his mother. Seeing the panic in her face, he walked up to her, giving her a reassuring smile as he kissed her forehead."It's going to be







