Jul 11, 2024
@wintefell : snow falls in the north, thick and dry, and the older queen shivers in the great hall. she is a creature of fire and blood, not built for the cold. a fact made apparent by the many furs that wrap themselves around her, layer upon layer heaped upon her frame until she is more fur than queen. still, she holds herself aloft, a queen in her own right, even if she has yet to take the iron throne.
" i am honored to be your guest at winterfell, your grace. " her voice rises just enough to carry over the chatter of northmen in the hall. from her seat, she can see them for what they are: rough and full of life. " i hope it will bring about a strong union between the north and the realm. "
