Before Liam arrival two girls tended to cloth as they drenched them in water.

The brown haired girl tied her cloth before looking over at her sister Hanzella.

These two misfits of ours are on their way, and the queen wishes for us to finish before they arrive.

I'll start a fire, the clothes will dry quicker.

She stood and washed her hands with her blouse and went towards the fire place. She tended oil and took out a match from the relief and rubbed it with cedar rock and through the rock into the wood. The fire ignited.

By any chance the brown haired girl asked. Do you think Liam will like us again when he returns.

The soldier by the door stood quiet.

Liam is young. He likes who he sees fit to like.

She stood up and pressed the medal bar her sister was handing and placed a pole on the handle.

They'll smell like fire I fear.

But it'll dry it.

-

Liam approached the castle with his father and a group of men.

Father!

What is it son.

The castle people are looking rather dull this morning.

They're afraid of change not peace Liam.

Aegon will come soon he mutured as snow danced around them.

And he will bring the comfort they need.

His father grabbed the reigns.

They are people after all Liam.

Aegon approached a post with cold men. They grabbed their cloths tightly. With snow blowing.

We'll set up camp!

Aegon yelled.

Camp!

A soldier yelled.

The men stopped.

One man with frigid lips cooed his face.

Your cold?

Peter asked.

My lord it's the middle of winter and Aegon asked to set up camp here.

They walked past the post and the guards lifted their helmets.

To the north their is an army approaching as well.

Aegon got off of his horse in purple roman attire and leather pants with small black shoes.

We come in peace, we are on our way to winterfell.

Winter fell, the only king going on that direction is king Aegon Targaryan.

That is he.

A small kid said moving his horse.

On order of the queen we were asked to bring you in.

Peter looked over at Aegon.

The queen?

Lady Agatha Hightower has been crowned the queen of the seven kingdoms.

One chuckled.

A whore for a queen.

The soldier said and opened the post.

Is no queen of ours.

Aegon smiled as they marched in.

-

Marshak grabbed the heat of the summer on the other side of the world.

Aegon freezes in the north and you ride us towards the same system.

A system of checks and balances. You go there the tides turn, you come back the tides turn. We only do what the queen commands.

Ever heard of disregarding orders?

Don't tell nobody but it was a favor.

A favor I will gladly do.

A favor that could get you killed.

He whispered.

The guards are scared of the cold and the young ones are sick and tired of the fighting.

Just like I am. But the queen gave her order and we are men. Men of a familiar cloth.

Men of a familiar cloth, men of a familiar cloth... We'll be dead men taking on Aegon.

She wants him back again apprehended and she believes we have the talents.

The funny thing about talent is if we reach them before they join arms with Feil.

They too soon will know are arms.

Hyayah.

Agatha drank some wine on a pedal. Her face now sick but covered in pedals.

Pompeii grabbed his jacket and pressed his hand to his chest as the years wore on him.

Agh.

Agatha looked on and sipped.

A trip to the north should cool your gale.

He whispered as the maid pressed a cold cloth to his head.

Agh.

His wrinkles glowing.