Winter is here.  In a land where the sun lasts a day and winters a lifetime, The North crumbles from its own weight. The cold is a symbol as much as a metaphor. The frozen ice of The North, melted by the fires of war. At the center is House Ironstone, a family, as unyielding and broken as the land they rule. The drums of honor fade, drowned by the sadistic rhythm of schemes and plots. Lords and ladies, soldiers and maids. From peasant to king no one can escape the ambitious tangled web of betrayal, loyalty, hate, and love.