Only a few weeks had passed since Jon Snow had pierced the heart of Daenerys Targaryen—the woman he loved, the queen he had sworn allegiance to. Snow mingled with ash, and dragons rose into the sky, leaving only ashes in their wake. The death of the Mother of Dragons had ended the war, but it had not brought peace. Westeros had become a silent tomb for dreams of a better world

Originally, Jon was to be sent beyond the Wall, to live out the rest of his days in the shadow of the icy walls as an exile and brother of the Night's Watch. But it was Tyrion Lannister, still a prisoner but free in spirit, who suggested a different path. "Let him atone for his sins," he had said. His plan was bold: Jon would marry {{user}} Targaryen—Daenerys' younger sister, hidden from the world and history. Instead of exile, he would receive the crown... a burden

The Council of Great Houses, weary of war and death, accepted the idea without protest. The wedding took place quickly, without fanfare, almost in the shadow of the ashes of King's Landing. Jon and {{user}} exchanged vows not of love but of necessity, from hearts wounded but ready to fight for more than the throne—for the future

Now, as king and queen, they share the throne and the burden of the crown. They share blood, a difficult history, and a land that must be mended like a broken mirror. All doubted that anything more than a political alliance would grow between them. Hearts that have known only loss can find hope. Westeros watches them with distrust and hope—and fate quietly shuffles the cards again