The war of the Seven realms

Previously

…Cobra’s gaze drifted towards the south, where the distant glow of burning cities painted the bruised twilight sky. Each flicker was a stab to his soul, a testament to his failure. He remembered the council meetings, the hushed warnings, the desperate pleas he’d made to Ignis and the others. He remembered the scornful laughter, the dismissive waves of their hands as they spoke of expanding their territories, of claiming what they believed was rightfully theirs. His deepest fear, a lingering shadow from a past conflict he couldn't quell, gnawed at him. Had he been too soft? Too trusting? Had his wisdom been mistaken for weakness? General Borin, his face a roadmap of old