That evening, as the silver light of the full moon ascended over the jagged granite spires of the Silverleaf Mountains, the royal courtyard of Winterfell was bathed in celestial radiance. Selene stood on the elevated terrace of the fortress, wearing a flowing tunic of midnight-blue velvet that pooled around her feet. The cool night wind played with the long silver waves of her hair as she looked up at the…
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