The Winds of Spring danced through all the Kingdoms of Westeros alike. In every corner of the Realm, new Kings and Queens were prospering hope and goals for the new era in history, where winter was set behind in the past and even farer away from the future. Grass grew green and healthy upon fields where blood was no longer drawn by the sake of men's wars, trouts returned to dance on the rivers and the skies welcomed the falcons again, and one lonesome dragon.

In the South, Dorne was kept under Martell rule with the Sand Snakes now legitimized. The Reach and Highgarden passed down to the Tarlys, and though his missing hard made his life difficult, Samwell had Gilly and little Sam by his side until the very end of his days. The Stormlands were restored under Baratheon reign with King Gendry on command and his half brother Edric as his Hand. Up in the Westerlands, Myrcella Lannister became the first Queen of the Rock and little Robert Arryn had grown into a fine King for the Vale with the help of Lord Harry and his lady Myranda. The Riverlands had crowned Edmure Tully, though the lands now bore dark banners out of respect for the Blackfish who had passed. The Iron Islands had never been so strong as now with Queen Asha on the Salt Throne.

Jon refused to ever take the name of Aegon and became the first Targaryen with his name. Drogon and Ghost remained faithfully by his side as well as his brother Bran, who day by day kept losing a piece of the boy he once was to the Three-Eyed Raven. Jon's coronation had been the biggest of sensations, as the Rhaegar Targaryen's lost rubies from the Trident were returned by a young man with the name of Bennard Rivers and his cousins Lymond and Daena. With them, the old crown of the Targaryen Kings was restored, and now lied upon Jon's long black hair and beard.

In the Red Keep with King Jon was Ser Brienne too, the new Lady Commander of the Kingsguard, who made sure her first deed in her new role was to complete the pages of Jaime Lannister's service on the White Book. Ser Podrick Payne remained by her side always, now a valiant and gallant knight. He bore his white cloak proudly, but everyone in King's Landing knew he was weak in keeping his vow of celibacy.

Arya Stark continued to travel Kingdom by Kingdom with Nymeria by her side, making adventures and never settling anywhere for long. But if the whispers were to be true, it was Storm's End where she spent her time the most. It was also said she had multiple times threatened to gut anyone to call her by the title of Princess.

Far in the North Beyond the Wall, the Free Folk returned to their cold homes and Castle Black held a purpose no more. Though he did not ever like to call himself a King, Tormund Giantsbane was whom every wilding looked up to.

And inside the walls of Winterfell, there was not a single day when Jeyne Poole did not visit the Godswood laying flowers where Theon Greyjoy had valiantly once fought. The castle had grown into a lovelier place each passing day, as Queen Sansa did all within her might to keep the North safe from any threat and welcoming to any joy.

The weight of her crown grew heavier at each passing of a year, yet her burden was always relieved by the warmth of her children and the love of her husband, who were always quick to support her.

As of now, Lord Tyrion and Queen Sansa were standing on the balconies over the courtyard of Winterfell, looking over to her children as Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard Stark had a long time ago been. The three of them bore Sansa's house name, but were 'as different as the sun and the moon'. Joanna, the eldest, was a lady as soon as she was born, and every bit a Lannister as little Eddard was a Stark. Lyarra, the third, was known to be the very mirror of her mother, though only in the looks. She had Sansa's same auburn hair and a passion for lemon cakes and stealing them from the castle's kitchens. But she had the utter spirit of her Aunt Arya, being a warrior in heart. Yet unlike Arya, she was allowed to spar and train with the sword like any other of the boys at Winterfell. She, as her father, had mismatched eyes, yet hers were colored green and Tully blue. If anything, it only made her more beautiful. Even though Joanna prefered the art of the needle, none of Sansa and Tyrion's children was as skilled on horseback as her, and Eddard was making his own swordsman skills promising the future of a great King.

"If one would have told me less than five years ago," Tyrion said to his Queen wife, "I would have never dared myself to believe I'd now have my hands full with three children"

Brushing a hand along his curls, Queen Sansa knelt by her husband's side smiling with her lips tucked between her teeth.

"And there is one more to come." she whispered pressing a hand to her stomach.

Tyrion widened his eyes as he had the three times before, and Sansa only could smile as she too had.

"A boy, the Maester said." she added.

Tyrion tendered his expression, then, and lowered his head to talk with his still growing son.

"Welcome to the family, little Robb."

Sansa's eyes teared into glass in the spur of a blink.

And Tyrion Lannister thought throughout the entirety of his life what a lucky dwarf he was to have and have been captured by Sansa Stark's heart.