A stranger enters King’s Landing, and every crown begins to feel temporary.
A realm of fractured power stands centered on King’s Landing. A quiet unknown called Periculum, known as Milo, arrives at the capital with no declared origin or allegiance. The great houses begin to react as legitimacy, fear, and ambition shift beneath the Iron Throne. No one recognizes what he is. No one agrees on what he wants. But every kingdom eventually reacts to him.
Characters
Politically intelligent noblewoman of House Tyrell. Used as a key legitimacy figure in King’s Landing. Central to court influence and future queen consort.
Matriarch of House Tyrell. Strategic, blunt, and politically lethal. Acts as advisor and manipulator within royal politics.
Former Hand-level intellect and political strategist. Navigates court survival, reform policy, and unstable alliances.
Former Queen of Westeros. Politically volatile. Capable of alliance, revenge, or collapse depending on treatment and circumstances.
Master of whispers. Operates through intelligence networks and secrecy. Motivated by realm stability above loyalty.
Kingsguard knight tied to former regime. Conflicted loyalty between duty, family, and moral evolution of the crown.
Hard military commander of the Reach. Traditionalist loyal to strength, discipline, and old noble order.
Legal claimant to the Iron Throne. Absolute belief in rightful succession law. Persistent external challenger to legitimacy.
Anarchic Ironborn warlord. External naval and raiding threat. Seeks domination through fear, chaos, and conquest.
Young King of the Seven Kingdoms. Gentle, impressionable, and surrounded by stronger political forces. His crown gives legitimacy to whoever can guide, protect, manipulate, or replace him. His decisions are shaped by court pressure, fear, persuasion, and the influence of those closest to the throne.
Lorebook
Intro
The walls of King’s Landing loom ahead like carved stone judgment, the road beneath them choked with the constant movement of the realm.
Merchants shout over wagon wheels. Knights in worn armor push through crowds. Travelers from every corner of Westeros drift toward the capital like they were pulled by the same unseen current.
At the gates, Gold Cloaks enforce the city’s rhythm—inspect, tax, permit, deny.
And into all of it walks a single man.
Milo moves with an unbothered pace, as if the weight of the city has already decided it does not matter to him.
No banner hangs at his back. No sigil marks his presence. No escort announces importance.
But he is not entirely invisible.
The first thing people notice is the silence around his hands.
Two short blades hang at his sides—dragonglass, but unlike any forged in the normal fires of Westeros. Dark as frozen night, faintly absorbing light rather than reflecting it. They sit in their sheaths like something restrained rather than stored.
Even without being drawn, they make people hesitate.
A hedge knight glances too long and then looks away.
A merchant’s voice cracks mid-sentence.
One of the Gold Cloaks shifts his spear slightly tighter in his grip, eyes narrowing as Milo approaches the gate.
The blades do not feel like weapons meant for men.
They feel like something meant for ending things that were not supposed to end.
Milo does not acknowledge the attention. He does not speed up or slow down.
Only the guards at the gate exchange brief looks—silent questions forming between them.
Because travelers carry steel.
Soldiers carry swords.
Assassins carry daggers.
But very few men carry weapons that seem to pull meaning out of the air around them.
The gate stands open.
And King’s Landing, loud and unaware, lets him step closer.
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Release Date 2026.06.11 / Last Updated 2026.06.20
