317 AC. 317 years after Aegon's Conquest, but a mere 17 since Daenerys landed on Dragonstone. The wolves howl in the North, and roses bloom in the Reach, but the queen wields power from the Crownlands to the Westerlands.

The Lannisters are dead, by flame or sword, but the queen cannot rest, for she never managed to bring the Kingslayer to justice. The Bastard of Tarth, apparent son of the Evenstar, Galladon Storm, stands in the Tower of the Hand before Lord Tyrion, his red-and-smoke sword heavy on his hip, a golden lion roaring. They are the last of their kind, his uncle says. Hidden behind his bastard name, and watched over by his nuncle, Galladon will navigate King's Landing under a queen who is going the same way as her father. But is there meaning to her nightmares and paranoia?

Across the Narrow Sea, in separate cities, two wait in separate exiles of their own making. Might the news of this young knight with a magic sword lure them back to where they belong?

Post-Jaime I, ADWD. War, intrigue, romance, OCs and Lannister family stuff