Winterfell, Westeros, the north. Around the hour of the owl.

It was late. The full moon was high and silver stars covered the sky in a unique way, making everything look like a beautiful painting.

In one of the hot springs furthest from the castle towers were the wolf and the dragon. The scalding waters made them not even feel the cold.

There was a place with no one around and a place where they could act as they wanted.

The Lord of Winterfell and The Good Queen... away from their duties.