Game of Thrones: When the Cross Touched Westeros

As Westeros descends into chaos-thrones contested, kings rising, and dragons awakening-A realm once ruled by dragons now shudders beneath the weight of rebellion, betrayal, and war. The lion sits on the Iron Throne with a bastard boy in a golden crown. Ned Stark's blood will soon darken the stones of King's Landing, the wolves of the North howl for vengeance, and the Baratheon brothers muster storms of steel and ambition. Far across the Narrow Sea, a silver-haired queen wakes fire from ash. Kingdoms fracture. Gods whisper. Shadows stir.

And then they come.

From the west, through mists no map dares mark, a fleet unlike any seen in living memory sails out of the fog. Three mighty rulers, crowned by faith and fire, lead a host of thousands. Crusaders, not for conquest, but for revelation. Templars and Teutons, Hospitallers and Knights of Malta, Orders from Spain and Jerusalem-each bearing steel, relics, and prophecy. Siege engines creak on decks, sacred banners snap in sea wind, and the prayers of half of Christendom echo beneath foreign stars. Their purpose is holy. Their presence, unknown. And their arrival will shatter the world.

For Westeros is not ready for the fury of faith. Nor do the kings of men know what they've stirred-beneath the Weirwoods, within the crypts, across the sea, and in the sky. The Tenth Crusade has come to the ends of the earth... and the gods are watching.

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