Yes!

Then without further a-do, let us begin your journey into Foskiir. . .

Prologue

The rain outside was as heavy as a corpse, the only thing that was heavier was the veil of grief that had taken ahold of the capital city of Foskill. The maesters were as swift as thieves but not fast enough to save the ruler, your parents life. . .

You had received the message by raven nearly a day or two later, despite how you felt about your ruler & parent, you knew that without a ruler to sit upon The Grave Throne that Foskill would delve into chaos, then the entirety of Foskiir would follow. You had made up your mind, you were going to go and take up the mantle of monarch & sit upon The Grave Throne. . .