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Storm Kingdom
Weeping Town
Construction Site
10 BAC
Erac was a drifter. He went wherever life took him, living day to day with no intention to settle again, not after the death of his wife and children at the hands of raiders.
He traveled all over the Seven Kingdoms, working at whatever job he found, foraging, fishing, and peddling to earn a living. He worked as a porter at Lannisport, as a farmhand at Reach, as a builder at Vale, and at every other odd job that didn't really require any skills.
He prayed to no gods, took no lover, found no joy in life, and just existed, too tired to live but too afraid to take his own life. When he heard there was work at the Storm Kingdom with good pay, he made his way there, sometimes riding on the carts of peddlers and traders who pitied him, sometimes walking for days.
But he made it to Weeping Town and took up work immediately, even with all his wear and tear. The pay was good, better than what he was used to anyway, but the interesting thing was the one responsible for the work.
Princess Argella Durrandon, purple of hair and eyes, said to be blessed by the gods, a storm unlike any heralding her arrival.
Gods.
Hah.
He didn't believe the gods anymore, not after everything, but the princess was definitely different from all the other highborn he had seen before.
The Lannister princess he had glimpsed while working at Lannisport looked at everyone as if they were the dirt under her expensive shoes, and Princess Melara Gardener, daughter of King Garse, had donned a guise of benevolence, but he had seen enough to recognize the distasteful looks she gave when she thought no one was looking.
Argella Durrandon was different, though; she did not hide herself behind a facade and treated everyone, high- or lowborn, the same. She paid good coin, claiming it would be unjust to pay people less than what they deserved for their work, and most importantly, actually seemed to care about her people.
The difference did not end there, though. Twice, a storm came and damaged whatever it was they were building, and the second time she just looked at the sky, contemplating.
Months had passed since then, and not a single storm appeared again. He thought they were just lucky, unlike many who thought the gods had heard her prayers.
Moreover, she had gathered them all one day and just began to teach them how to wisely spend their pay. Erac was baffled; he might not be old enough to have seen everything, but he never would have thought a noble, and the only princess and heir of a kingdom, would busy herself teaching smallfolk anything, much less how to manage their coin.
It wasn't just the coin, though; she also gave them free days, once every six days, saying they needed the rest to not tire themselves needlessly. He did not know what to do, having been given leave from working without getting fired.
Food they were given had meat, fish, or chicken in it, though fish was the most common, but he wouldn't complain, as it was much better than the slop they usually were given.
She also ate what they ate, so at least he could be sure they didn't just throw whatever they found in the pot.
But none of it mattered now, as the ropes of the crane, lowering what they called the trip hammer, inside the building just snapped. The others made it off when they heard the first rope rip apart, and he was knocked down during their desperate escape, and now his life flashed before his eyes.
His wife's smile and welcoming him home every day, his daughter and sons throwing themselves at his legs, and the warmth of his home.
Erac closed his eyes, expecting death and to be with his family again, but as the seconds passed, nothing of the sort happened.
"Are you going to move or just sit there forever?" A girl's voice, one he recognized, snapped him out of it, and the drifter slowly opened his eyes, thinking he was actually dead, for there was no explanation for what he was seeing.
The trip hammer, weighing as much as at least five grown men, was being held up with ease by a girl of ten years old.
"Well?" The Princess asked, and Erac scrambled to his feet and away from the hammer and bowed to the Princess, who waved it away.
"How fortunate that the hammer did not fall on you," she said while putting the large hammer to the side, lowering it gently as if it did not weigh anything at all.
Erac went on his knees, thanking her endlessly, but she stopped him.
"As I said, you were fortunate the hammer did not fall on you," she repeated herself, and Erac got the message this time.
"You are truly blessed by the gods," he muttered as she turned to leave, causing her to stop.
"No such thing, and it would be appreciated if you did not go around spreading rumors."
she said.
Erac blinked at the refusal, but she was gone in that instant, as if she was never there at all.
He walked out of the building in a daze, fell to his knees as people rushed to him, and the darkness claimed him.
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When he came to be again, he was laid on a bed in a room with other people that almost died during the incident when the crane went down after the trip hammer dropped.
"There you are." The foreman of the construction, Simon, came in with a smile, checking him over.
"How are you feeling?" Simon asked, putting his hand on Erac's shoulder, checking him over.
"Well enough"
"Gods were with you, my friend; we feared the worst when you didn't come out."
Gods?
No, not them.
It was the princess, but Erac knew better than to say that.
"Who died?" he wondered, knowing all too well about the dangers of this kind of work.
"That's the thing, no one died. It was a miracle!" The foreman said he was quite happy he didn't have to bury a worker and a friend.
"When do we get back to work?" Erac asked, knowing just what the miracle was.
"They say the Princess ordered a stop while they checked the other cranes; don't know when that'll end. We are free while they do that, and we still get paid; isn't that just great?" Simon said, smiling even wider.
This was the best place he ever worked in his whole life.
"Aye," muttered Erac, and turned back after the foreman left him to rest.
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Ei inspected the cranes and ordered all ropes to be changed with chains to ensure accidents like this did not happen again.
She knew it was dangerous to save all those people and expose herself, but she would not sit idly while people working under her command died because someone did not do their jobs properly.
There was still much work to do, especially with her father's constant questions about when it would end after he stopped avoiding her.
When she questioned why he wanted the Iron Works finished more than her, he told her about the trouble with the Reach at the border at Summerfield and how it would likely lead to war.
Wonderful.
Ei told him it would be finished when it would be, but that didn't mean she did not have other means of assisting the Storm Kingdom in this war.
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Three days later Erac was back to work, hauling timber and steering clear of the cranes.
He had enough of them for a lifetime.
He also kept watching the princess from the corner of his eyes, the memory of her rescuing him still fresh on his mind. He wondered, if she was not blessed by the gods, then what was she?
A sorcerer? He heard tales of many, but none who could just save all those men from death without anyone except one person seeing her.
A demigod, as the Durrandons were said to descend from the Old Gods? Maybe, maybe not; after all, their legends only extended to the Age of Heroes.
And perhaps the most dangerous one—was she a god herself? Blood of the God of Sea reborn?
Erac didn't know, but the answer scared him.
He would watch for now and keep his mouth shut.
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Every day, the princess was at the work site before anyone else, ready to teach them something different.
Simple remedies for the maladies they faced, the importance of clean water, and why they should drink in moderation.
Each day, she left after everyone else, and Erac wished every noble was like this ten-year-old girl, who actually cared about her subjects.
Lord Whitehead, the Lord of the Weeping Tower and the Weeping Town, was busy scolding a worker who came in late; his wife was down with a fever, and the man was busy finding the remedy the princess mentioned.
She approached the noble, and Erac got goosebumps and shivered, just like many others, while Lord Whitehead turned white as a ghost.
The princess said something to the noble, who nodded like his life depended on it and then left in a scurry. She turned to the worker and kept speaking. The man, Harrold if he remembered right, kept bowing and then left.
They thought he had been fired, but he came to work tomorrow. Turns out the princess gave him time off to make sure his wife was well and still gave the man his pay.
Erac wished once again.
—
Lord Whitehead did not bother anyone again, which made rumors about what the princess said to him grow uncontrollably.
One thing they knew was the fury of the Durrandons was legendary for a reason.
That day changed something in the people. No matter how small, they actually began to believe that she actually cared about their lives.
Workers started taking her advice to heart, cutting down on drinking and gambling. They went to her when they had troubles.
When they or their families were sick, she sent healers to them, free of charge.
When they were hungry, she ordered them fed again.
But she was also just as generous as she was.
A man, thinking himself clever, said his wife was sick to get out of work, and the princess had allowed it.
When this kept repeating, the Princess had personally visited his home, checking on his wife, and his little lie was revealed.
She ordered the man to work without pay for all the days he lied about, and more as a punishment. She also started sending healers to them or their homes at that time to ensure they did not have to worry about home while working.
Maybe things would have been different had Erac been born in the Storm Kingdom.
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Battle of Summerfield
The Battle of Summerfield, sometimes called the Stormfield, was a war waged between the Storm Kingdom and the Reach during the time of King Argilac Durrandon.
A land that was a part of House Carron, known for its fertile soil, the Reach under the rule of King Garse VII Gardener long wanted to take it. Capitalizing on the apparent weakness of House Durrandon and the Storm Kingdom, the Reach did not hide their buildup, thinking the matter would be solved easily on the field of battle, as they had twice the numbers of the Storm Kingdom's host.
What they did not expect was the storm they faced. It was not big; it was not as destructive as what the Storm Kingdom faced, but as if it were a curse from the Seven, the storm kept following the Reach host, wearing them down considerably.
This allowed King Argilac's feint to succeed. He led half of his forces to face the Reach on the field, while the other half, under the darkness of night, managed to outmaneuver the Reach and attack them from the rear while King Argilac's host drew them in.
The already demoralized Reach forces did not stand a chance, and on the battlefield King Argilac slew King Garse VII Gardener and almost took his son Mern IX Gardener hostage, but he was saved by the last desperate charge of the remaining Reach cavalry to protect their new king.
The unexpected victory, especially with how low their losses were, gave King Argilac an opportunity to push deeper into the Reach, taking a considerable amount of land from House Peak and widening the border between Houses Selmy and Caron.
Further incursion to Reach was seen as undesirable at the time due to the unrest at the border with Dorne.
Later, it would come out that it was Her Excellency who summoned the storm to batter the forces of Reach.
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Notes: The Battle of Summerfield wasn't described much in the wiki, other than King Argilac killing King Garse, so I completed it with what we know of Summerhall's location from the books.
There is also a twenty-year gap in canon between the Battle of Summerfield and the time Argilac went to war on behalf of Myr against Volantis, which happened near the end of the Century of Blood.
I switched it with a Braavos-Pentos war to make a concrete timeline and not have to delve into the time before Ei's rebirth.
I also wanted to keep Ei away from Volantis, Myr, and other slavery-practicing cities for now to stop her from conquering them to free the people.