a crown seldom enjoyed - epilogue
To maintain the fragile peace between north and south, Clarke of House Tyrell is sent to live in Winterfell as an act of faith between the two kingdoms. There, she is put under the protection of the first queen in the north, Queen Lexa of House Stark, Daughter of Wolves. A woman draped in steel and silver, wolves at her heels and rumoured to be a manifestation of the fury of the old gods; Clarke refuses to be awed be her quiet violence and cold smile. Instead of fostering unity, the meeting of the wolf and the rose lights a spark that spreads through the rest of Westeros, threatening to burn it to the ground.
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Epilogue
The day dawns cool and bright, sun shining in through the window of the ancient fortress, a familiar sight after all of these years. Summer is just beginning to raise her head again, after a long, hard winter, and Clarke can’t help but be glad for it. She is tired of waking to cold mornings and falling into her bed on cold evenings, heavy under piles of furs to try to stay warm. This particular morning, however, she has something else to keep her warm, and a small smile tilts at the corners of her lips as she burrows back into the body curled up behind her.
The hand thrown over her waist is as familiar as the sunlight gleaming in through the window, and she knows that when she twists within that grip to find the owner of that hand, she will grumble in her sleep and pull Clarke closer for just a few more moments of rest. The thought makes her heart warm, and she cannot bear to wait a moment longer to see that beautiful face and kiss those perfect lips.
