"Hmm." Eddard Stark nodded steadily, his way of acknowledging greetings. He stayed seated on his horse, reins in hand, as he observed the fledgling Night’s Watch office with mild interest. A faint smile appeared on his usually serious face. “It looks decent enough. When will recruitment begin?”
“In two or three...
The sun rose, heralding the start of another day. As usual, Yoren, the wandering crow, headed to Flea Bottom after breakfast to “recruit” new brothers for the Night’s Watch. Tyrion, unusually energetic, left early to seek out collaborators for his much-anticipated “printing press” project. Meanwhile, Aegor allowed h...
2025-01-28 21:09:24 +0000 UTC View PostAt night, rest was still out of the question. Aegor and Tyrion crowded into the room, working by the light of a dozen candles to create the first-ever Night’s Watch bonds.
A stack of the finest vellum available in King’s Landing sat on the table. After finalizing the bond’s content, they began their work. Tyrion...
Aegor, unfamiliar with King’s Landing’s streets, relied on Tyrion’s knowledge of the city. While Tyrion didn’t know every corner like the back of his hand, he had lived there long enough to find what they needed. The two chatted as they walked, quickly arriving at the only professional seal-making shop in King’s Lan...
2025-01-28 21:08:50 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a nap and confirming with Yoren that he wouldn’t be leaving for the Wall anytime soon, Aegor set out with Tyrion. Riding through the streets on horseback, they began discussing the details of their plan.
“All fundraising efforts start as building castles in the air,” Aegor began, “but the difference betwe...
In Winterfell, a steward or servant would undoubtedly have enthusiastically arranged Aegor’s lodging and meals for the night, but this was Dragonstone. Stannis Baratheon’s dictionary likely didn’t include the word "hospitality." Guided by a guard, the Night’s Watch ranger was promptly escorted out of the castle gates ...
2025-01-28 21:08:18 +0000 UTC View Post"I don't know, but I can make an educated guess," Melisandre said, her lips curling into a faint smile as she gave Aegor a playful wink. "After all, I'm sitting across from the first White Walker slayer Westeros has seen in centuries, am I not?"
By the end of their discussion, the once-hostile atmosphere had inexplicab...
In the world of Ice and Fire, is it impossible to survive without noble status? While this notion might be an exaggeration, it holds true for most of Westeros. No one is a protagonist blessed with invincible power. Entering this world means adhering to its rules, but Aegor saw beyond the surface—he understood the deeper ess...
2025-01-28 21:07:45 +0000 UTC View PostLying is an art, and Aegor had learned a particularly practical technique from discussions in his previous life: to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. What is the most unassailable truth? Reality itself. When crafting a lie, it’s crucial to immerse yourself fully into the role you’re playing. Everything you ...
2025-01-28 21:07:28 +0000 UTC View PostPerhaps sensing the murderous intent emanating from the man, or realizing her own overstep, the casual air on Melisandre’s face faded. She locked eyes with Aegor for a long moment before a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Very well.”
The Night’s Watch was a key force against the Lord of Light’s eternal foe, a...
The Dragonstone guard, holding a knife shorter than his palm, hesitated for a moment, then shrugged apologetically at Aegor as he approached.
Bound at his torso and limbs, Aegor could only manage a token struggle, squirming in place as he watched the guard come closer. His mind raced, desperately trying to make sense o...
Aegor had to admit, Melisandre was an alluring woman. With her striking red hair, piercing crimson eyes, and an undeniably beautiful face, she stood out even more in her vibrant red robes—robes dyed with colors unattainable by the era's ordinary methods. She was breathtaking, radiant beyond compare. Even if the current quee...
2025-01-28 21:06:36 +0000 UTC View PostFollowing Tyrion's advice, Aegor sought out a retired mine overseer who had once managed a Lannister gold mine and now lived in King’s Landing with his children. After much persuasion, he managed to convince the old miner and his youngest son to accompany him to Dragonstone to provide expertise on the dragonglass mining ope...
2025-01-28 21:06:20 +0000 UTC View PostFollowing Tyrion's advice, Aegor sought out a retired mine overseer who had once managed a Lannister gold mine and now lived in King’s Landing with his children. After much persuasion, he managed to convince the old miner and his youngest son to accompany him to Dragonstone to provide expertise on the dragonglass mining ope...
2025-01-28 21:06:02 +0000 UTC View PostIn Aegor's original world, what he was about to attempt would undoubtedly be seen as stepping on the toes of the banks—essentially challenging the machinery of the state. With one accusation of illegal fundraising hanging over his head, he'd be buried under the weight of the system.
But in Westeros, an economic and f...
"That's right. If my shop faces new issues, I'll come back for another loan. As long as the gold I earn eventually ends up back in the Iron Bank, this cycle can go on indefinitely," Aegor said with a sly grin. "With just ten thousand gold dragons, you can accomplish what would normally require twenty thousand, thirty thousand...
2025-01-28 21:05:29 +0000 UTC View Post“Heavens, I must apologize for my earlier lack of clarity.” Aegor waved his hand with a casual smile. “Let’s start over. I’ll explain my plan’s feasibility and merits with a game. You’re familiar with the Iron Bank, yes?”
“Of course.”
“How does it operate?”
“It gathers the surplu...
A mere Night’s Watchman, yet commanding the Hand of the King to draft a formal letter with the direwolf seal. Aegor undoubtedly benefited from the reduced vigilance his black cloak afforded him, but as he walked out of the Tower of the Hand with the signed and sealed letter in hand, he couldn’t help but marvel: once you m...
2025-01-28 21:04:55 +0000 UTC View Post"Good afternoon, brothers of the Night’s Watch. How can I assist you?"
Lord Stark, now the Hand of the King, was as courteous as ever. At least Aegor now knew that his courtesy wasn’t an act, and that certainty gave him confidence in what he was about to request.
"My lord, a hundred thousand wildlings are pres...
2025-01-28 21:04:38 +0000 UTC View PostBefore transmigrating, Aegor had followed a simple principle in his professional life: do his job diligently, but never take on tasks outside his scope, and certainly never sacrifice his leisure time for overtime or similar demands. He had no need to. His privileged family background, broad knowledge, and diverse income strea...
2025-01-28 21:04:20 +0000 UTC View PostThe two black-cloaked men fell silent. Since the Lannister had spoken, there was no need to argue further. They followed the trio of Lannister master and servants along the main roads of King’s Landing. Passing Shoemaker’s Square and the Central Plaza, they veered left, making their way uphill along the gentle slope of Se...
2025-01-28 21:04:04 +0000 UTC View PostWith Eddard Stark's steadfast example over the past decade, respect and goodwill toward the Night's Watch had become a tradition in the North. However, as the journey south continued, Aegor experienced a stark contrast.
The farther south they traveled, the warmer the climate grew, but the colder the attitudes became. P...
At Robb Stark’s gesture, the guard turned and left, shutting the door behind him. The room fell silent, leaving just Aegor and the young Lord of Winterfell. The one-on-one situation made Aegor slightly more at ease—whatever Robb wanted to discuss, it didn’t seem to be against him.
Robb motioned for Aegor to sit. ...
The stark contrast to the grand banquet hall during the king’s feast was striking. With many of the long tables and benches removed, the previously crowded hall now felt spacious and empty. When Aegor entered under the escort of a guard, the room was already filled with people.
A row of guards lined the walls. At the...
"Aegor, why aren’t you going?" Will grabbed his arm in panic, his voice trembling. "Is it because everyone on this patrol is going to die? Is it?!"
The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, and most of the Night’s Watch brothers were still fast asleep. Aegor had risen early, wanting to see off the patrol he w...
Tyrion wasn’t wrong—Aegor couldn’t muster any joy. His earlier excitement at finally leaving the Wall had been doused by the deluge of tasks awaiting him. The weight of these responsibilities drained the humor and banter from his interactions. Walking back to his quarters alongside Tyrion, their conversation centered on...
2025-01-28 21:02:42 +0000 UTC View PostAegor raised an eyebrow. "Not good news? I can't imagine anything worse than what I've already heard."
"Not necessarily bad news," Tyrion said with a sly grin. "I did manage to convince the Night's Watch leadership to send you with me to King's Landing as a 'recruitment officer,' but I may have, shall we say, embellish...
"What?" Jon couldn't follow Aegor's train of thought.
"We of the Night's Watch exist to fend off wildling raids and the threat of the White Walkers. Tell me, which is better: tirelessly keeping enemies outside the Wall or destroying them outright?"
Jon's eyes widened as the meaning of Aegor's words sank in.
<...
Benjen left, and Aegor walked out of the room with a spring in his step, intending to find Tyrion.
From the beginning, Tyrion Lannister had taken the initiative to help. Aegor, however, wasn’t naïve; he knew that his carefully crafted lies—half-truths spiced with imagination—had caught Tyrion’s interest. It wa...
The air was thick with tension, but Tyrion was no warrior, and no matter how heated their argument, Benjen Stark wasn’t about to physically clash with him. After some deliberation, Maester Aemon raised a frail hand to silence the growing disagreement between the Stark and the Lannister. With a slow turn of his head toward L...
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