J6Singh
Fire was the end of the old world. Ice is the beginning of the new.
It has been eleven years since Jon Snow disappeared beyond the Wall. Eleven years since the Iron Throne melted and the Dragon Queen fell. The world believes the Targaryens are extinct.
The world is wrong.
Hidden in the frozen refuge of New Hearth, Jon has raised a secret: his son, Aemon. But Aemon is not like other boys. He is cold to the touch. He feels no frost. And he hears a heartbeat calling to him from deep beneath the earth.
When Yara Greyjoy sends assassins to finish what the Queenslayer started, they don't find a helpless child. They wake a god.
From the depths of the Giant's Oven, Winter rises-a dragon of white scales and absolute zero, older than the Wall itself. Now, with the Black Dread dying and enemies closing in from the South, Aemon must choose: remain a hidden bastard, or become the Winter King.
The Last Dragon is tired. The First Dragon has just woken up.
Disclaimer
This is a work of fan fiction.
I do not claim any ownership of the characters, settings, or world of Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire. All rights belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO.
This story is a transformative work written for entertainment purposes only. No profit is being made from this work, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The original characters (such as Aemon Snow's adult iteration) and the plot deviation are my own creation.