They reached Winterfell as snow began to fall.
Sansa met them with cold eyes. Arya stood in the shadows, already watching Andrew.
Jon tried to ease the tension, but fire and frost do not blend easily. Daenerys walked the halls with wary steps. Andrew stayed near the ramparts, sensing the cold creeping closer.
He touched the stones and whispered in Valyrian. Fires lit across the battlements. The castle breathed.
The war was coming.