The banners flew high over Winterfell: the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen and the crimson serpent of Nocthoris.
The lords of the North swore fealty. Lord Glover, Lord Cerwyn, even the reluctant Lord Royce bent the knee. Arya vanished soon after, a shadow into the night.
Jon Snow stepped forward, sword drawn, and placed it at Daenerys' feet. "The North is yours. But the realm is still broken."
Andrew turned his eyes south. "Then we go to fix it—in fire."