They left the room with steps lighter than when they had entered.
Behind the closed door, the Grand Duchess's breathing remained steady.Outside, the threats still waited.
But for a moment just a moment hope prevailed.
Night fell slowly over the North, bringing with it the cold that usually bit deep into the bones yet that night was different. Bonfires burned at several points in the castle courtyard, their light reflecting off stone walls still bearing cracks from the explosion. Shadows danced across the snow as it began to harden, and for the first time in many days, laughter rang louder than the echo of anxiety.
The hunters returned at dusk, carrying news that spread quickly: a great catch. A fully grown stag its body strong, its meat enough to feed many. Cheers erupted not only for the food, but for what it meant. The North still lived. It still stood, even after being struck from every side.
