The Black Tower is the tallest structure in history, which is mayhaps not too surprising given that the tower was built to replace the Hightower as the tallest structure in Westeros. However, thanks to the technological development of the first century, when work began on the building, it's potential height was far taller than anyone assumed.
Thus, when Prince Talos decided to restart building it after a short pause due to monetary concerns, he decided that he would surpass the old Hightower by reaching to the sky itself, a tower upon which dragons would roost, and from the top of which one could see for miles all around.
And as such began a work that would take 37 years to finish.
When it was finally finished, prince Talos was dead, and his son, Prince Haegon had taken his place for the construction of the marvelous tower.
The finished structure was a marvel and stands at 1000 meters tall, towering over the city around it. For comparison, the wall is "merely" 213 meters tall, the Hightower of old was 243 meters tall, and Casterly Rock is 794 meters tall. It is without any contest, the tallest construct ever made by human hands.
It was one of the many, many great building projects which Aenys the second delighted in the financing, and he celebrated it's finished construction with a massive tourney a size of which no monarch before him had come close to reaching, but which was generally standard for the king.
Other wonders he funded includes enormous 100 meters tall metal statues of each of his predecessors as king of Westeros(page 43), the Dornish sea and the Snakeblood(page 46), the great rail networks of Westeros and Sothoryos(page 15), and the massive Pyramids of Westeros(page 27).
Extracts from "The Dragon's Wonders." by Catelyn von Riften.
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The mood in King's Landing was… Changing. How much and how he wasn't certain yet.
The news that there would be a building for storing clear clean water which would be easy to obtain was one the populace had been happy with. They were similarly happy with the cheaper cost of steel. The guilds were less so.
They had far more business, but the cost of steelworks had gone down. Not to such a degree that it threatened their businesses, but certainly enough that they complained about it. Oh, how they loved to complain.
Alyn had no doubt that if they knew the plans Aenys had for them, they would complain even louder. He, however, completely agreed with the king. More, cheaper and better steel was much better for everyone, and the guilds would need to adapt or be replaced by a new system.
Still, despite his best efforts, they still were not ready for that next step.
The water-powered drop hammers were doing a fine job though. Plated steel was becoming far, far more common, and far more importantly much cheaper to make. However, Aenys wanted plate armors by the tens of thousands.
That was a problem, as things stood right now.
Still, it could be worse. Despite his fears, he had had no shortage of weapons for the recruits, which meant that they had been able to begin their training immediately.
He had just finished his overview of the troops so far and was now back on his way home to the castle.
Home. Strange how he had begun to think of King's landing as home. His home had always been Stokeworth, but somehow he hadn't been there in over 3 years, despite how close it was to the capital.
All his time was filled with work, work, and more work. It had been annoying enough when Aegon had left him to steer the ship in his absence, but then he had been left free to do things his way.
Aenys marched to a different beat. There was always something more Aenys wanted. The King had grand ambitions for the land. Which left Alyn with eternal amounts of work while the king went to remind the Lord Paramounts of his draconic power.
As he trotted past, he was reminded of one the project Aenys had settled with, in the sight of men patrolling the streets, with spiked staffs over their shoulders.
Aenys hadn't settled on a name for the reformed city guard yet, but he had settled on pretty much everything else.
He had designed their main weapon, established their rank system, made a new rank system, and most visibly he had established a uniform for each member.
Aenys had sent no less than 6 different possible designs for their uniforms and told him to pick whichever he thought would be best.
Those designs had pretty much all been outlandish in some way or another, with the most insane being a mixture between northern leather, mail, and a valyrian Toga. The one he had picked was also pretty out there as well, though he had changed it a bit from the king's design.
It was essentially a black full robe with chainmail beneath, a large oversized belt around the waist, tazzles that went down to just above the feet that ended in metal discs, and on the front of the chest was the new symbol of the policing force of King's landing. An open eye looking downwards, blood-red pupil and borders, with pure black where white should have been, something that might have supposed to be eyelashes went down below it, but the colors made it look like blood was dripping from it, also giving it the look of a rising sun flipped upside down and colored in black and red. Finally, around the shoulders was a cloak, black on the outside and red on the other.
He had tweaked it a bit, getting rid of the tazzles, switching the belt for a smaller more practical one and switching the generic boots and gloves Aenys had drawn for a set of black gauntlets and sabatons with lower leg guards instead. Finally, as Aenys had given him free leave to choose whatever he wished for the head, he had added a Northern bucket helmet.
Aenys had demanded a dress code for several reasons. The first was to create something intimidating, which everyone would instantly recognize. That was obvious to see, just by watching the men march by. People generally hadn't cared all that much about the watch before unless they were threatening them with weapons.
That had changed the moment they had begun to dress in their new uniforms. Now they were easy to spot, and people constantly shot looks towards the guards. Yes, these outfits were far more effective at awakening fear in the masses than plain mail had ever been.
The second was to enforce a sense of unity, discipline, and commonality amongst the members of the watch.
He wasn't sure about that discipline part, but unity and commonality amongst the watch had definitely gone up. The men liked the new uniforms. Which was good, because he had spent a lot of coin to outfit all of them in them.
It took a while before they finally reached his next destination, which was a larger house in the less reputable part of the city.
The men he brought with him waited outside by the door as he stepped in through the front door.
As he walked up to the counter, behind the doors he passed he heard the moans, grunts and other sounds one could expect from this place.
A couple of men were walking through the halls of the house, generally with a woman on one hand. A man in the new guard uniform walked with a boy who could be no older than 13, dressed in silks.
He ignored them and instead walked up to the counter, where the lady of the house sat reading a letter of some kind.
She glanced up at his footsteps, then she gave an ugly smile filled with missing teeth.
"Ah, Lord Hand. Do you want the usual? I've got some new girls from the summer islands if you'd like something new."
"No, I'll take the usual."
"Sure thing me lord, just go to…" She checked a piece of paper. "Room 14, I'll have Calla and Silver sent to you shortly." She handed him a key, which he took, careful not to actually touch her hand itself.
Most customers here did not ask for keys to the room, but he was not most customers, and he never could feel safe in a room with an open door behind him. He was also the hand of the King, and as such most people did not deny him simple requests such as keys.
After a short while, his regulars appeared, a couple of Lyseni girls, with light purple eyes and silver hair. True pure silver hair, not the shade of silver with a speck of gold most of the Royal family had.
There was something… Beyond human beauty about those descended from Valyria. It was had drawn him here, time and again when there were dozens of other brothels much closer to the castle.
He had done his duties for today. Now he would get to enjoy some sweet peace and pleasure.
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For my return to King's landing after around 2 months of absence, I had decided I would be dramatic, so I had done the only sensible thing and flown so high in the sky I was but a mere dot against the blue.
Then as we had finally flown directly above the city, far, far, far below, we began the descent like a bomb.
Down we fell, like an arrow from a shot from the sky, with the mass of a small building.
The city rose up, becoming bigger and bigger. The castle became discernable, the walls of the city looked like the wall of china seen from above.
Buildings become more than just blocks, ships more than black dots on blue, on the outskirts the vague yellow became recognizable as the wheat of grain in the fields.
It was almost disappointing when Quicksilver suddenly unfurled her wings way above the city proper, and instead of the usual crack, she instead began a slowed descent. Which was just as well, because if we had tried the usual, we would have landed somewhere on Visenya's hill.
Instead, we course-corrected and glided towards the Red Keep. Or Fortress. Or whatever I was going to call it.
Finally, we landed outside the yard that was designated as the dragon stable.
As I and Humfre(who had annoyingly hugged my midsection hard during the entire dive) finally we finally descended from dragon back, only for servants who tended the stable to run up and unstrap the sacks fastened to the saddle.
Which was nice, given I had had to order that on every single other place we had dropped off at.
Taking a look around while they loosened the bags, I realized every single dragon stable was currently occupied, except for Balerion's Stable.
So that meant everyone was here then. Good. Or not. Honestly, I would have preferred if Visenya could just stay with one of her friends for the next two years until the war started. That wasn't gonna happen though. I couldn't just order Visenya out of the capital, not unless I had a job for her.
"Take it all to my rooms., I ordered the stablemen, then I left them behind to go find my family.
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The first I found, or rather found me, was Aegon and Viserys.
The two boys had been training in what amounted to my training yard. Needless to say, they and all my sparring knights had seen me arrive.
The two boys both ran up to me and hugged me, their two Kings guard trailing behind.
"Father, You're home!" Viserys exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. Aegon was less verbal about it, but he grinned just as widely.
"Aye, that I am. God, it's good to be home again."
Truth be told, I would rather have stayed at Highgarden. This was not a home for me. Not yet.
I affectionally ruffled both of the kids' hairs, as I continued "I hope you lads have been training well?".
"We have father!" Viserys exclaimed eagerly. "Aegon have laid every single other squire on the ground, and even a few knights!"
Aegon got a pretty smug look on his face. "Well, Vis isn't wrong. I've crushed all the other squires here.
Had he now? The boy was nearing 12, so it wasn't impossible, Daemon Blaackfyre had smashed every single squire at a similar age, and the boy was trained by the best of the best. There was the question though, of how much of his success was due to fear of the royal personage on part of his foes and how much was due to his skills.
If was being really cynical, I might start to wonder what kind of quality the next generation of knights had if an 11-year-old could beat them around.
"Aye, the boy has skills at arms aplenty your grace." One of the Kingsguard piped in. Said knight could only be Ser Clarence Crabb the short, given his height.
"Now, if only he was attentive at treating his equipment well, he might make a decent knight as well." He his nodded steel-plated head towards the yard where Aegon had been training.
The prince's face turned red as blood and his smug smile quickly turned to one of humiliation. Then he hurriedly went back.
I blinked, then I saw what Crabb was talking about. Aegon had seemingly been so happy to see me, that he had dropped his ax on the ground.
No one laughed at him, they would never dare to do that while I was here, but every single person looked on in silence as the prince quietly went to pick up his ax. It was a stupid, humiliating rookie mistake, one which you should not do after years of training.
I glanced down on Viserys. The boy had a training sword of wood, unlike the steel Aegon bore, but he had sheathed it in his belt, not thrown it on the ground.
"Well, we can discuss your training later," I said as Aegon came back again, desperately trying to nonchalantly clean his ax on his tunic.
"For now let us find Rhaena, Jaehaerys and your Mother."
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Rhaena bit into the blueberry pie, crunching the warm and tasty blue contents between her teeth. She then downed it with a flagon of water.
It was a glorious food, worthy of celebrating a king's return.
Besides her, her little brothers were enjoyed the daunting task of consuming a whole roasted pig, the smell of the brown meat heavy across the table.
Besides her mother, her baby brother Jaehaerys was enjoying some vegetables, while mother and father were enjoying a giant flat bread filled with molten cheese and various flavors like spices, meat and a queer fruit called ananas.
It was a weird dish father had invented back during their last procession, and she had eaten it more than once. He had apparently wanted to call it pizza, but mother had thankfully talked him out of that inane name, and instead, he had dubbed it the much more sensible "Topped Bread".
It was good, but she had eaten far better stuff in her time. Father and mother loved it though.
So, did a lot of the rest of the court, judging by how they wolfed down on the dish when brought before them.
Her eyes went to Samantha. Samantha was sitting with her father as she was wont to do and just enjoyed her food, eating another of father's new dishes, "The Hamburger" a piece of flattened meat, cooked and placed between two pieces of bread, with various seasonings between the meat and bread.
It was a rather tasty treat, and she enjoyed it far more than the cheese dominating top bread.
Her eyes wandered over to Alayne, who was enjoying a honeyed chicken or at least trying to. Across the table from her sat a knight dressed in a black tunic with purple lightning bolts on it, and though she couldn't hear what they were saying, it was easy to see they were talking about something.
Judging from Alayne's look she wasn't particularly interested in the conversation though, and just wanted to enjoy her meal in peace. Still, the knight(Or was he a squire? He didn't seem to be older than Alayne) just kept talking and talking, no matter how little Alayne seemed to be interested in the conversation.
She had dealt with that a lot in her life. Boys who just refused to believe she wasn't interested in hearing about whatever inane feat of strength they had achieved in their life. It didn't matter if they were 13 or 20, it was all the same dance.
She was a dragon rider. By default that made her more powerful than any knight could ever hope to be. But no, they still kept bragging about whatever, like it mattered anything when pitted up against the draconic might of dragon flame.
For a moment she considered going down there and empty a flagon of vine over the knight's head.
Mother would kill her if she did it though.
So instead she could only sit and glower at the lightning knight. Purple lightning… it seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite remember.
"Vis, what house does that knight belong to? The one with the black tunic purple lightning bolt?"
Viserys, not expecting to have to talk turned to her, looked at where she was pointing, then chewed and swallowed before answering.
"That's Stannis Dundarrion. Aegon beat him up yesterday. Why do you wanna know?"
"No reason."
So Aegon beat him up did he? Not particularly impressive if he got beat up by a twelve-year-old. Well, her brother was far more dangerous than his age suggested, but she would make sure to have that information spread.
Those who had never seen Aegon fight would probably ridicule him quite severely. And if she could pull some strings to make sure he lost in the first round at a later tourney, all the better.
It was astonishing how quickly you could kill a man's reputation if you had the means to have news spread around, and tourney rosters changed.
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After feasting with my family and court to celebrate my return to the capital, I went out to hunt my hand, after making sure all the leftover food was properly given as a beggars feast of course.
It was not how I had imagined introducing pizza and burgers to the common people, but I would take it.
Annoyingly, my hand had decided to go enjoy some prostitutes. Generally, I would not have cared, and just sent some guards to go pick him up.
I did not have time to wait 2-3 hours to go pick him up. So I had gathered 4 of my king's guard and a couple of men who knew where he was, and we set out to find him.
In hindsight, I could probably have avoided this trip if I had just sent someone out to go pick him up when I came home, but my wife had… Distracted me.
As it turned out he was thankfully not in fleabottom, but instead near the river gate. Which suited me just fine, given where we were heading after I found him.
"This is it?" I asked incredulously when we finally reached the place.
"Yes. You even see his guards by the entrance." My pointed towards the two men who had both lazily been leaning up against the wall, and then snapped to attention the moment they realized who I was.
"I can't believe he actually spends his cash in this dump, he can afford better places with the salary I give him."
The brothel was a fucking mess, with several cracked and broken windows, filthy walls and a fucking flower yard full of reeds. The only thing that made it stand out was that it was a pretty large house but other than that, it was a horrible place.
"You two!" I motioned at the Guards. "Go tell Stokeworth his king is here, and to get dressed. I want him out here in 10 minutes!"
They did not answer and just ran inside.
About 5 minutes later, the hand of the king exited the ran down the building, dressed as a lord should.
"Your grace." He hastily bowed, and judging by his look, he didn't seem to have really believed his king had come himself to pick him up.
"I apologize I wasn't there to greet you as-" "I really don't care what you do on your free time, Alyn. Usually, I would simply have let you take time off to rest. Today, however, I have a lot of things I need to get done before the sun goes down, so I have need of you immediately."
I nodded to his horse.
"Let's get going. First things first, I want to take a look at how far my steam hammers have come."
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The king was not pleased with how far his steam Hammers had come.
"Yeah, they break easily your grace. They're way better than when we started, but they will still constantly break and need repairing."
The man who he had placed in charge of the problem spoke of their failure without a care in the world.
The king walked past him and inspected the steel plate where a crack had split it apart.
The machine had literarily hammered itself with such force that it had broken.
"And you have been following my instructions to the letter?" Aenys' voice was cold, and hard, though he didn't seem to direct it at the "Master of Engineering".
"Sure have your grace. We have exclusively been using these to make more steel plates for the next models. Each time the newer model is stronger and hammer much more ferociously than before."
"And as each new model becomes stronger and more continuous with their blows they break the steel because it isn't durable enough to handle the force."
He pinched his brows in an exasperated manner.
"I had hoped the current smelting methods would be enough for this first step, but apparently not. Great. In that case, I'll draft up a newer, more capable furnace for you."
"I'll have it for you in a couple of weeks. Until then, you and your team may take a rest."
The engineer smiled.
"Thank you, your grace."
And with that, Aenys simply turned and walked out of the building, leaving Alyn to follow him.
"Damn it all. I miscalculated. Now we've lost nearly half a year thanks to me overestimating our furnaces capabilities."
"So, you think a newer furnace will solve the problem?"
He tried to not let relief seep completely into his voice. It seemed Aenys didn't blame him for just how far behind his estimations the steam machine was.
"Yes. The problem is the steel itself, not the design or god help us the steel making techniques. If it had been the latter, this would all have been a huge waste of time. Thankfully our smiths know their stuff in regards to how to handle iron."
"No, the problem is the strength of the steel itself. Or rather the lack thereof. Fuck, we'll have to use an open hearth furnace."
"And how long will that take to make?"
The king winched.
"Maybe a month. Two months? Three? And that's just trying to build the thing. I'll have design it, and it might be…. Trickier than most of my other inventions."
He would take Aenys word for it. He himself had no idea how the hell any of this stuff would work.
"That's… that might mean we won't have enough time to make all the armor your grace."
"You don't think I don't bloody know that Alyn?! The entire damned reason I wanted to have the steam hammers up and going when I got back was to actually be able to armor my men."
He stopped, then looked towards a water mill.
"If I can't get the steam hammers going in time, then we'll have to rely on the water mills, and given that I don't have hundreds of those made, we'll have to compromise on the armors of my men."
Aye, that was the smart thing to do. Full plate armor for 10 00p men? It was possible with Watermills, but it would still be expensive. Not as expensive as it would have been to make them for hand, but still expensive. And as Aenys said, they didn't have hundreds of water mills around. Certainly not enough to equip over 10 000 men in 2 years.
"We could… Delay the war? Give us enough time to make armor for all the men."
"No, I've made way to many promises to my lords about when the war will start. I can't delay it. And even if I could, we need to launch this war either in spring or early summer. We can't delay it to such a degree that fall may come before we launch. Either we launch in 2-3 years, or we have to wait until winter has passed the next time."
"We… could do a temporary compromise. Make the make it a priority that everyone will be at least somewhat equipped for war, with the final goal of equipping each man with full armor being a long term goal."
The turned to look at him, with a look that said he was considering what he had to say.
"You have a more detailed plan?"
He didn't, but he could improvise.
"This will be a war of attrition, your grace. The conquest itself will be a joke, as you yourself laid it out. Wiping out the pirates and settling the islands is not hard. The hard part will be when the free cities will get involved and challenge our dominion over the islands."
"My proposal is that each year, we shift out a battalion or two back to the capital, to have their armor replaced with full plate, while the rest of the army remains in the stepstones. Once the battalions have been equipped, we send them to the islands and recall a new set of soldiers to the capital and we repeat the process until everyone is equipped fully."
That would hopefully mean at least a few thousand would die before they got full plate and spare the crown the price of equipping them, but he didn't bring that argument up.
"Yes… That could work."
He turned back to the building they had just exited.
"Really, the only ones who absolutely need full plate from the start is the pikebreakers. The rest could do with a breastplate, coat of mail, boots and a helmet. Still a lot, but all of that can be way more generalized than full plate."
He nodded.
"Yes, we'll do that. Also, speaking off plate, I have a job for you. You have been dealing with all the blacksmiths right?"
"Yes, they are to a man prickly as my wife. You'd think we were doing banditry giving them those forges, given how much they complain about it."
"Yeah, I expected as much. In any case, I need a new set of Targaryen full plate armor made. As good quality armor as my own. I do NOT want questions raised of who it's for."
"There are several of the smith's whose silence can be trusted."
"Good. I'll have the numbers for you in a day or two."
He motioned for him and ser Humfrey to follow him back to the horses.
"Now that we've dealt with steelmaking, we can move on to other topics we must address. First of all, Alyn, let me say that I am rather impressed by your work on the City Guard uniforms."
"Thank you, your grace."
Best not to mention he had his little girl help him with actually getting the design from the page, as well as the actual changes from Aeny's vision all being her work.
"They are pretty much how I hoped they would be. Dark, black and red in striking colors, with the lidless never blinking eye reminding all that justice never sleeps. It's a great design. The only thing that would ruin it, would be if the guard wearing it had a stupid nasally voice."
Judging by his tone, that hypothetical nasally voice was referring to someone in particular.
"As you say, your grace."
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"Not all of the seats my father created for his children were equal of course. My own seat of Gondolin is not the equal of Firefield. Riften is not the equal of Dragonstone, and Beartrap is most certainly not the equal of The Black Tower and Newtown beneath it.
Here I shall give a quick overview of each city, it's first Prince/Princess, and it's the population in modern time. Understand, however, that the following numbers are very much subject to change.
-Beartrap-
The Northernmost of the princely titles made by my father, Beartrap is located on the spot where the Long Lake flows into the White Knife. The city is certainly not a military or economic powerhouse, however, as the name implies, the city is a major center for the fur trade, both in hunting, as well as breeding.
From here, large amounts of furs are transported, both downriver and over roads to northern settlements.
Though, not boasting large military might, the city is quite well defended, with a set of double walls with packed earth behind both, the first going 20 meters tall, while the second set is 30 meters tall. It also has a large and well-defended harbor, from which it dominates the Long lake.
The first ruler of the city was my youngest sibling, Princess Molly, the final Child of Aenys and Alyssa Targaryen.
The population is around 13 000 or so.
-Gondolin-
My own city, Gondolin the Hidden City, is located deep in the mountains of the Vale of Arryn. Gondolin is located on a plain surrounded by steep impassable mountains on all sides.
My father discovered this plain during the war against the first Men of the mountains of the moon, and so difficult was it to reach it, first by climbing impassable mountains, then by descending the equally unscalable other side, that no humans had seemingly lived there before. From dragon back, however, the plain easy to reach.
My father, in his usual wisdom, marked the place down as a possible spot for a settlement. Later in life, he would create a tunnel under the mountains, only possible to create due to his own Blasting powder allowing easy sundering of the rock and stone.
Upon its completion, began the settlement of the hidden valley. in the middle of the valley, by a lake lies Gondolin itself, pure white.
In terms of natural resources, the city is not amongst Westeros' richer settlements. While the plain is as fertile as the vale proper, it is not capable of producing large amounts of export, instead, the local farming product is based on feeding the city. Instead, the wealth of Gondolin is in it's more intellectual product. The city is the center for the Universities of History, philosophy and of Authorship, and as such it is the capital of Westeros literary culture.
All historians come here to learn from the greatest gathering of Historians in the known world, as well as the grand Library of The Vale. Similarly, many authors also come here to learn their trade, and many of the greatest writers of the first century learned their craft within my walls.
The study of philosophy was originally rather underdeveloped at the city's founding. However, after the war of the Faith, attendance has increased dramatically.
Capable of feeding itself indefinitely, with only one single entrance through impassable mountains, the city is virtually unassailable, unless one can fly.
Its first ruler was, of course, myself, Alysanne Targaryen, second daughter of Aenys the first.
The population is 16 000 in the city itself. 50 000 in the plain around.
-Firefield-
Firefield is located upon the spot where the field of fire took place, an eternal celebration of my grandfather's greatest military victory.
The city is as standard a Westerosi City as it comes, using the same grid system, apartment complexes and water distributing as every other city does. Other than rather formidable defenses (Its walls are equal in height and thickness, if not length to the Walls of King's Landing), it does not particularly stand out amongst the rest of the cities of Westeros.
Largely an agricultural center, the city's main economy is the export of food.
The first ruler of the city was Prince Viserys, "The Firestorm", second son and child of Aenys the First.
The population of the city is roughly 78 000.
-The Black Tower and Newtown-
As I have an entire chapter devoted to the city history later in this book, I shall not go in-depth here, but as a short summary:
The city's first ruler was Prince Talos, fourth son of Aenys the first.
The total population is roughly 84 000.
-Riften-
The great city of Riften is located on the southern edge of the Gods Eye, where Blackwater Rush begins.
The city is the second-largest City of the Riverlands, after Osgiliath, and as it dominates the southern part of the great lake and its outflow, it is no surprise it is a massive trading city between the Riverlands and Crownlands.
The city economy is heavily based on bring a middleman between others, but it has a massive fishing industry, as well as being a massive printing center.
The city's most famous feature is, of course, it's Canals. Inspired by the wonder that is Braavos, the city is built on Canals stretching far along the south coast of the Gods Eye, both east and west. Like Osgiliath, the city is not bridged, marking a clear distinction between it's eastern and western parts.
The City's first ruler was Prince Uriel, 5th child of Aenys the first of his name.
The population is roughly 167 000.
-Summerhall-
A massive and Majestic palace, located in the Dornish Marches, overlooking a small trading city.
The city itself is small as far as
Westerosi cities go, at only 9000 inhabitants. Despite this, it is a modestly wealthy city, sitting on a crossroads for trade.
The palace is not the equal of the Red Keep, but it's often used family gatherings between house Targaryens many Separate Branches.
The first ruler of the city was Lena Targaryen, third daughter of King Aenys, Son of Aegon.
Extract from "Dreams Made Manifest" by Alysanne Targaryen, First Master of the art of History.