Spring is here

Though many had fallen, the world had been spared another long night. Jon was heralded as a hero but he kept insisting it was the sword. How his father and Bran had guided him, even if he was not real father. Jon reminded people it was not about Houses or blood, but about sacrifice instead. So many lives had been lost, yet good had finally come of it. Spring had come.

Tyrion had been over the moon that his brother had returned unscathed. Only a few weeks after that, his wife had something to share with him as well. Spring was coming in more ways than one. She had paid the Maester a visit that very morning. "You said it could mean a child, the third rose," Tyrion smiled at her, when she told him. "And it does, our child."

"It will be so happy," Sansa said. "A summer child."

He lay his hands on her pregnant belly. There wasn't much to see yet. Sansa noticed him tearing up. "Tyrion?" she whispered. He shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Don't worry," she said. "We'll get through it."

"I'm not sure," he replied, fighting back tears. "What if the child will hate me for being born? I hated my father."

"You had reason to," she said. "Our child won't."

"No," Tyrion agreed. "We'll make sure of that."

As his wife smiled radiantly back at him, Tyrion knew that Winter no longer reigned.