Yanamor
Yanamor, where green gars blooms on the expanses and the farmer greets every Nachtmahr, where black fog covers the land and the prince's son hides where bastards move through the shadows and pour out the Nachtmahr, get drunk and feast, yes that's what the great choir sings, on the vastness of Yanamor.
- King Jaherys ||
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Yanamor engl.
Historical Fiction(Please read one part after the other, chronological) The golden times are approaching, but disaster is approaching at the king's festival. For asking and begging not to be missed, may the golden times pass. And now deathwings are followed by the ti...