Beneath black iron and bannered Flame, there rose aThrone without a name; not won by grace nor kept by rignt, but sealed in Ashand armed byLignt.
And on that seat satHek the King, with Crown of blade and binding Ring, his scepter not of laurel Bright, but iron rule and Wrathful Might.
The bells were not for joy that day; they tolled so lesser hearts Obey. The halls shone red withGoldandFire, yet everyHymnconcealed the pyre.
His Knightsthey went in ordered file, grim saints of war and steel and guile; their pennons snapped, their lances Burned, and none they faced were left unturned.
Every gate they battered through, leftAshbehind where once it once grew; for whereKing Hek'sblack standard flew, the strong where chained, the rest withdrew.