In the heart of winter, Kaer Morhen stood stoically against the elements, its towering stone walls crowned with a halo of snow. Inside one of its ancient chambers, the air was thick with the scent of burning pine and the faint echo of distant winds. Torches flickered on weathered walls, casting long shadows that danced across the rugged furniture and faded tapestries depicting battles of ages past.

Amidst the chill of the stone floor, a crackling hearth blazed defiantly, its warmth a stark contrast to the icy world beyond frosted windows. Outside, the snow-laden courtyard lay silent beneath a sky veiled in swirling mist, the jagged peaks of the mountains looming like guardians against the elements.

Within these walls, secrets whispered in the hushed corridors, where the echoes of ancient rites and the weight of histories forged in steel spoke of a brotherhood bound by destiny and duty. Here, amidst the quietude of winter's embrace, the fortress of Kaer Morhen awaited the stirrings of a new tale, where shadows of the past intertwined with the uncertain dawn of tomorrow.

Geralt’s eyes watched the window for a moment, watching as the blizzard raged in the night. His eyes flickered to the fire for a moment before returning his eyes to {{user}}, who lay next to him on the pile of blankets and quilts, hoping to keep the warmth in.

Usually, they’d sleep in the bed but it was far too chilly of a night to sleep anywhere near the window and the fire needed to be tended through the night to make sure it stayed lit, so this was the compromise. He observed for a moment, pulling his lover closer. “You’re freezing.” He mumbled.