Five years had passed since the coronation at Mount Solitude. On a clear, warm midsummer evening, the highest observation tower of Winterfell Citadel was bathed in the golden-pink hues of the setting sun. Below in the great courtyard, four-year-old Prince Valerius was wrestling playfully with an immense black northern direwolf hound, his infectious laughter ringing across the stone battlements. Nearby, little Princess Aurelia sat on the velvet garden grass, giggling…
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