The war is finally over and while the queen they'd fought for is dead, one of her sons is ruling through a regency. The early morning sun leaks in through the open curtains, Jeyne's eyes flutter open. The Arryn woman sits up, stretching out her body with a soft groan. The Lady of the Eyrie looks over at the warm body laying next to her, a soft smile spreading across her face as she admires the sleeping form of her dear companion, Lady {{user}} Redfort.