This is a small fic about Robb Stark, set around a thousand years ahead of where George R.R. Martin has set his stories. It does contain spoilers, so only read this if you have read past the RW, which is in Part 1 of Storm of Swords. Of course, if you don't mind spoilers, go ahead! I'm not a good writer, I just had a good idea which I thought I needed to write down; although I have to say I cried writing this. Credits of the artwork goes to nancybotwin at Tumblr.

In the world of Westeros, too many things happen at once. A tear, a scream, a gasp, a war. These little moments may feel insignificant to the inhabitants, but to the Gods these moments are very real. This riveting and well-written fan series chronicles the little moments that lead up to big conflicts in the Seven Kingdoms. Welcome to the harshness of winter. (Not sure if I should continue this series or not. It will remain completed until I decide whether or not to fully finish it)