The first snow of the year in the Western Territories came a bit later than usual, and as the crystalline snowflakes settled on the treetops, Miss Rabbit was in her carriage on the way back to Teacup Castle.
About ten days ago, she had taken people to Solid Stone Castle to deliver a batch of winter food and clothing to the wildlings who had settled there and also inspected her new domain.
Compared to the increasingly prosperous Green Field, that place seemed a bit primitive and rugged.
The people who had lived on that land were either dead or had fled, and the houses they left behind had all been burnt to the ground.
When Miss Rabbit took over, it was essentially a clean slate, save for a simple military camp left behind by the traitor Morse.
Now, looking at it again, it was still rudimentary, but it no longer had that desolate feel from before, and had instead become lively.
