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bear all this echoing by Anonymous
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms - George R. R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
19 Jul 2025
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When Hailey wakes up in the wrong place (Westeros) at the wrong time (209 A.C.) with the wrong looks (purple eyes/silver hair), she has two goals:
- Get herself, Dunk, and Egg out of Ashford intact and alive (perhaps saving Baelor along the way too)
- Find a safe place to hide, far away from Targaryen princes, until she found a way back home.
Man plans, God laughs. Imagine how much louder the laughter is with seven gods.
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“She was with him!” Steffon said again, a child repeating his new favorite saying to a parent.
“I heard you, Ser Steffon,” the newcomer said absently, eyes roaming over the crowd. “Lambert!” He called over, and as a skinny young man stepped forward, he addressed the others that had drifted closer. “Do you see the prince hiding in her skirts?” The men dispersed, returning to their search for Egg. As the older man gripped Lambert’s shoulder and whispered something into his ear, Hailey wondered if Raymun had caught up to Egg yet. It would be grand if they would walk back through this way right now and order her release.
Hailey’s heart stuttered when Lambert shot her a wide-eyed gape, but then he was off, running up the path. “We must get her back to the castle,” the Targaryen guard told Steffon.
“Let’s question her here,” Ser Steffon proposed.
“No!” The man was agitated, motioning two guards over to escort us. "The Hand will wish to see her. My lady.” Hailey startled, daring no more than a glance to acknowledge his address. His arm was extended, hand out towards the square, an invitation.
Steffon’s grip reluctantly loosened, and Hailey understood the choice: walk or be dragged. Denials were still caught in her throat, and she feared saying something that would make the situation worse. How it could get worse, she wasn’t sure; only certain that in this world, it would.
She could only begin to dread what they would do to a "whore" who resisted. She felt the warmed leather of her dagger's sheathe against her leg, but it would do little against a group of them. If they came to her one at a time, allowed their fellow men the pleasure of privacy, she'd be able to use it in defense. If they came at her all at once together...she just needed enough time to use it on herself then.
She looked over her shoulder one last time for a bald head before forcing her leaded legs to move forward. They passed the stage, Tanselle and her fellow puppeteers nowhere to be seen. The black puppet dragon was abandoned in a heap of tangled strings, saved from its scheduled execution by the interruption.