The season is currently Winter, the time of short days and freezing cold weather. It has been four years since King Tommen the Seventh of his name passed away at the ripe old age of eight-and-forty, with one daughter and one son. Since then, his son has perished in a battle against the some Braavosi who dared challenge him, though he left a heir, another King Tommen, eighth of his name. Once more, yet another king was slain though this time it was in his own bedchambers. The most recent King Tommen fell ill, so much that even the Grand Maester could not save him. Now you are all caught up as to what King died and where.
The Hand has been the same all through out the ruling, now a old man ripe in his old age, being of five-and-sixty, he is not fit to rule the Kingdom in the King's place, thus putting the kingdom in peril.
To make matters worse, the Noth is in peril. If a Bolton isn't attacking a Greyjoy, then you have wildlings pillaging all north of the neck and trying to work their way south. The Starks have their men spread as much as they can to gather them all, as the Night's Watch tries to repair the damaged wall.
A Dream of Spring
The Hand has been the same all through out the ruling, now a old man ripe in his old age, being of five-and-sixty, he is not fit to rule the Kingdom in the King's place, thus putting the kingdom in peril.
To make matters worse, the Noth is in peril. If a Bolton isn't attacking a Greyjoy, then you have wildlings pillaging all north of the neck and trying to work their way south. The Starks have their men spread as much as they can to gather them all, as the Night's Watch tries to repair the damaged wall.
A Dream of Spring
