Not long after Midwinter, the air turned bitingly cold. Word is a great frost settled in the north, and has yet to lift.
At least the royal apartments are kept warm, Thayet thinks, kissing her son's forehead. Still, she tightens the sash on her thick robe before she slips out, leaving him to his dreams. Warm and clean and perfectly cozy.Trailing
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