[ WP ] The hero was killed , the princess was sacrificed , and the evil king rules the land . For the average citizen , though , things have taken a turn for the better .

Snowflakes flickered throughout the Red Keep as the Night King took his slow steps to the top of the Iron Throne. After milennia, his time had finally come. For years the men and women of Westeros resisted his will. The will of ancients, the will of Winter. Great houses who once swore vengeance upon each other had proved no match for the winds that came with the Night King's army. 
 
 `` At last.'' Thought the ancient as he turned to sit. He took his rest upon the seat of swords and felt at its armrests. The steel felt warm in his hands, the first true warmth he has felt in a great deal of time. `` The Last Hero came close, far closer than I ever had hoped.'' 
 
 The sullen king thought back to the Prince who stood up to him on the plains of the Trident, and the silver haired maiden who had brought the serpents from the East. None of the united armies, none of the fiery magics, none of their efforts could stop him. As the silver woman lay broken and dying beneath her felled red serpent, the Prince, tearful as he was, plunged his gleaming blade to her breast. The gift of mercy for one so needing of it. The blade he drew out was gorged in fire, glowing violently against the dark. Light has been brought, but light shall not stay. The winds of winter have come. The man who was so eager to defend his southron home had come so close to his destiny he could taste it. His long, tied black hair, matted with soot and blood. His smooth pale face covered with dirt and scars and hate. The gleaming Dragonsteel sword in his hand as he made his final, valiant charge. 
 
 It mattered not. Fierce as he be, I struck him through all the same. 
 
 The days of war are done. Never again shall the world in the west be swallowed by violence brought on by greed or lust of power. The dead speak no hatred, and need no homes. Soldiers, Lords, commoners, and children all alike make the ranks of my legions. We all walk as one, we all sing under the same eternal moon. Our time is here. The time of peace is here. Winter has Come.
