Jinx was no hero. Just a man—flawed, hopeful, stubborn—who died not by war or sickness, but by the careless hand of the gods. Their divine meddling, reckless and cruel, tore his life away like a page in the wind. Forgotten in death, he drifted in the Void—bitter, hollow, and unseen.
But the Void does not forget.
There, in the silence between worlds, he was offered a choice: rebirth, not as vengeance, but as a test. A second chance. He took it without hesitation.
Reborn in Westeros as a northern-born bastard raised in the shadowed heights of the Eyrie, Jinx had no name worth speaking and no future worth dreaming. He kept his head down. Worked the forge. Mended blades. Until one ordinary sword, rusted and broken, passed through his hands—and with it, everything changed.
What began as a simple act of craftsmanship set him on a crash course with fate itself. Now, drawn into the paths of a wild stag haunted by a crown, a quiet wolf burdened by duty, and a rebellious dragon fighting her birthright, Jinx must walk the fault lines of Westeros. His hands, once blackened by soot, will soon be stained with fire, frost, and blood.
Because the gods may have abandoned him once—but this time, he's watching them back.