THE WINDS OF CHANGE have always been fickle, and for years the Seven Kingdoms had known nothing but violence and mistrust between themselves and their invisible borders. Constantly at war with one another, it seemed the shifting of powers were as frequent as the change of seasons. With one king being crowned, only for another to replace him before the year’s finish, the rise and fall of so many empires in so many kingdoms gave way to only ruin and rebellion.
After the destruction of the Volantene fleet, Lord Aegon Targaryen returned from his foreign victories with a single image in mind: SEVEN KINGDOMS UNITED, with only one king at its helm. It was there, at the mouth of Blackwater Rush, that a new monarch was crowned, and declared for all to hear. Westeros would only know one true sovereign, his own two sister-wives the very ones to announce him. While those small lords in the Contested Lands, tired of the wars waged over them between the Storm and River Kings, erupted into an endless cheer at his arrival, the great roars of their three dragons could be heard for leagues beyond.
