rob stark

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

During the Greyjoy Rebellion, Sansa Stark is lost in the godswood. From the wild touch of grief, Jon Snow becomes a Stark. It is years later that Alyane Stone lives under the yoke of her father’s suffocating rules. It is only when her Father begins to look at her with lust, does she realizes she cannot bear it any longer, and flees for the one land he hates beyond others. Alyane goes North hair dark with pitch and fear in her heart. The Wilds beneath her feet rejoice. Alyane rides wild with a Mother Wolf and pups, and she runs free from all that had nearly destroyed her. Jon Stark falls in love with a girl in the forest, with black hair and bright blue eyes, the wild girl who runs with wolves and dons a cloak of feathers.

Winter is here.The dragons are reborn.As are the White Walkers.The army of the North marches to meet the oldest enemy one last time, to save themselves and the future generations.

A couple from different worlds, their families bound by tragedy, learn whether love will conquer all.

The Lord of Light willed it so that Stannis Baratheon may never have a male heir. But in two marriages -- one to his beloved from House Vaeleris, and another to a religious zealot of House Florent -- two daughters were born. Unlike a son, they would never be able to rule Dragonstone in the way the laws of men dictate. His eldest, Rhaena Baratheon, would need to marry and Stannis determined there were no men more honourable than those of House Stark.

Biding his time after his failed rebellion, Balon Greyjoy learns that his erstwhile heir is returning home at the new Lord of Winterfell's behest, seeking terms for an alliance between the Iron Islands and the newly crowned King in the North. In one timeline, with his decision weighed upon his sense of pride and his sense of pragmatism, Balon's pride won out. But what if he made a different choice?