The Thaw
Here’s an epilogue for you.
Spring flushed in the North, high and full. At first, it came in slow; greens put their fingertips out of the snowy soil.  Then, overnight everything sat stalk upright, like a sleeper waking.
Sansa felt it inside her long before it showed: a broadening and an airing out, as if someone had opened a window. Â For thirteen months they waded through the winter. Â Jon had been pardoned for ten of them. Â Still, she didn't send for him. Â He would come back in his own time.
One morning she woke to something that sounded like rain. When she he peered out the window, sunlight flared in her eyes; before they cleared, she knew the snow was melting.  The thaw blew into Winterfell that day.  And Jon came with it.


















