The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
Events
Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
Updates
AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
Don't hesitate in pestering staff with questions; it's what we're here for! Let's raise a glass and make a cheer toward a successful launch of Winds of Winter.
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Hooved legs guided the Lord forward upon the back of his steed. Having owed his life to the destrier that carried him. Trusting the tamed beast completely. Behind him a small regimen of loyalist to his house. All of them would serve him to his dying breathe. Only at his heels now to protect him from the dangers of the road. Though even then he had a warhammer to protect him from that.
With Lord Starks daughter his newfound wife he found paying the Warden of the North visit worthy of his time. Coming upon the keep of Winterfell. Even in these months of Summer it felt cold. Just how close was the wall to these Northerners. Jackets would ward off the cold but in the morning he could see his breath rolling off his lips.
" Let Lord Stark know I have arrived."
An order directed to two of his fastest horses as he sent a small patrol forward to the keep. Keeping a gentle canter towards the capital of the North. With all the Southern Lords drawn to the Targaryens, fortifying the North would be his best motive for survival with the three royal heirs vying for powers.
Being Lord of Winterfell had it perks. Sure, the summers felt like winter. The hottest days of the year still usually involved snowfall and harsh winds. Yet, the North was his home and though he rarely found the time to sit back and enjoy it, on this day he was particularly empty of obligations. Jeren was out and about, no doubt partaking in some form of job or duty that Cassius had simply forgotten about. Ayden was... somewhere, it was always hard keeping track of his second born. It wasn't that he tried to ignore him, but with so many responsibilities he often fell under the radar.
And Ashe, his precious Ashe. His youngest and most precious, their time apart was a wound that never healed even if Cassius himself had been the one to usher her away in a marriage she never wanted. She likely held a grudge, Cassius couldn't blame her. If not that, it was her upbringing which was marked with long arguments and turmoil over her condition. His love for her, regardless, was endless. Out of all of his kids, he cherished her the most - though his love was often mistaken for other things.
It was to that end that when word was received that her betrothed had made an unscheduled trip to Winterfell that the Lord found himself making his way to the gates to greet him. He rarely made such an unnecessary trek, often leaving it to his guards to escort his guests to where he resided. However, on the off chance that Ashe had decided to ride home as well, he made an exception today.
Unfortunately, he'd soon be disappointed.
"Lord Tully." He'd finally address once he neared. "Always a pleasure."
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Metal gates would rise for the southern lord. Curious stares all but directed upon the riders. Even bringing the Lord of the House to his gates. The wolves were quite the beasts, marching into their den would be the end to an uninvited guest.
" Forgive me for not having pale curls and crimson eyes my Lord."
Teasing the father of his beloved partner. Dismounting from the armored steed, having no need to withdraw his weapon from the sheathe upon its side. Even in riding garments the wolf stood taller than him. Only a hair shorter then the Warden of the North.
" Ashe is recovering from a little spell. I spent each night keeping the harth warm for her."
Sharing why the pale wolf had not attended the meeting with her father. A chance to visit would have never been missed normally but Edmund had far more important matters to discuss as he walked up to the Warden. Ravens simply wouldn't do.
" Can I inconvenience you for your Northern ale and your ear Cassius."
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