Suddenly, Gwent grabbed his wife of four months and hauled her up against him. He kissed her hard, saying into her mouth, “I suffer Alfred in our bed. I do not mind because he stretches out along my back and keeps me very close to you.” He raised his head and shouted, “This is my potion to keep the Healer quiet.”
There was loud cheering in the hall. Even Alice looked up, a smile on her face, but just for a moment.
Trist raised his head from Severin’s chest, batted his paw at Hastings, and settled in again, mewling softly. His babies burrowed closer.
Hastings decided in that moment that she loved the snow and the bitter winds that swirled it into thick white clouds that cascaded down on the great castle of Oxborough.
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