A Moment in Legends

"The King needs an heir."

Sweet needs bitter, as the shadows murmur, and the current condition of the Realm drip with those words.

A well-governed and honorable kingdom on the surface. A great-minded king sits upon the throne, the wars well fought and won and lost, centuries past. The common folk linger and survive quietly, and knights stand their duty. Eternal fires burn with a strange warmth as merchants sell and steal, as horses whine and wolves howl. Swords clash in grudging silence, singers tell stories of love and death, and the world seemed to settle into an unwavering rhythm. It may not be perfect... but in days like these, peace was a luxury scarcely found.

But if one would dare sink their blade a bit deeper into the skin, they may draw blood dark as death.

A man, dead by a strange poison. Three sons turning from a duty they were born to uphold. A betrothal made from cunning and selfishness. A friend who held a blade at his neck. A young girl who trusted false. A strange mind and a strange name. A letter burning in a fire as anger threatens to boil over. A law that broke the rules. A world slowly tearing to pieces.

But it was only a moment in the legends to come.

(Author's Note:
This story is based off of George R. R. Martin's series, A Song of Ice and Fire, which is to this day a tale I look up to and take reference from. Because of this, there may be some parts of the plot and character development in this story, A Moment in Legends, that seem identical to Martin's. I apologize for this, but I will try my hardest to keep this story original! Thank you for taking the time to read this, and please feel free to comment and suggest how I could make this story more enjoyable for all readers!
-Noodles)