Winterfell City, Lion Roar Castle.
The burning fireplace banished the chill of early spring, filling the entire study with a warm atmosphere.
Vera lazily leaned on the sofa, holding an ancient sheepskin book to read. She wore a simple nightgown, and her white legs protruded from the slit of it, gently swaying in mid-air.
After a while, Vera reached out for the coffee cup on the table, only to find that it was empty.
She pulled a thin wire next to the sofa, and the sound of a bell could faintly be heard.
Immediately afterward, a respectful voice of a maid came from outside the door:
"Your Grace, what can I do for you?"
"Pour me a cup of coffee."
"Alright, please wait."
Shortly after, the maid pushed the door and entered, holding a tray.
Vera buried her head in the sheepskin book, not paying attention to the maid who came in.
However, the next second, she was startled by a loud clang.
