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A Dance with Fire


Now that the Starks are independent, the Iron islands and the Dornish demand independence too, Bran doesn’t want to give it to them. A War is on the verge.
Dothraki without a Khaleesi to tame them are devouring any city they come across, while the Unsullied are waging their own war against the slavers, Drogon commits massacres all over, the wildlings want to live on the land they were promised from Jon and Stannis, they refuse to bow to Sansa and attack northern villages to take them for themselves, the northmen demand their new queen to do something all the while whispering amongst themselves that they wanted Jon to rule. Sansa finds herself in over her head. 
New alliances form in hopes of revenge. The slavers are back In Yunkai and Astapor since the Dragon Queen isn’t there anymore, they focus all of their forces on Mareen, where the Second Sons are still acting in the name of their Queen. The world is in chaos… Meanwhile a red comet soars through the skies above Volantis.

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