The Birth of the Royal Twins

In the high summer of that year, beneath a sky illuminated by a rare celestial alignment known as the Tri-Moon Convergence, the royal delivery chamber in Winterfell Citadel was filled with anxious prayers and bustling healers. Outside the heavy cedar doors, King Kieran paced the stone corridor like a caged direwolf, his claws instinctively digging into his palms, his breath ragged with desperate worry. For eighteen hours, he had listened…