The North met her with bone-centered cold and high snow drifts. Even colder were the people who lived here. Sitting inside a strange dwelling made of the bones and skin of some animals, Mira Reed gobbled up, looking at the harsh appearance of men and women dressed in animal skins. Free people always disliked strangers and the world felt like dozens of eyes look at her with distrust. - So you claim that my father is the rightful heir to the throne of Westeros? - Thinking about the bright flames of...

Damione turned around and saw two young men shattered in their eyes, not far from the entrance to the Throne Room. They watched what was happening with great interest. In response to these remarks, a series of laughs rolled around the room, and all the Lords and their families stared at the newcomers with undisguised curiosity. Damione and Orvin felt the dozens of glances in their direction. Some looked at Jon Snow's sons with undisguised curiosity, while others' eyes were clearly mistrustful. The Northern Queen's gaze seemed to be burning through...