#####Chapter 4

Alaric sat at a heavy oak table in the dim light of the Winterfell library. Scrolls and books were spread before him. His mind was heavy with questions about the sudden death of the former Hand of the Alpha.

He ran his fingers over a worn leather-bound book that he had been studying. The pages detailed noble lineages and hidden truths.

Alaric’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock. A messenger entered and handed him a note. It mentioned a blacksmith who had been visited by the former hand of the Alpha shortly before his death.

Alaric knew this could be important.

He traveled to the blacksmith’s shop on the outskirts of King’s Landing. The forge glowed with molten metal, sparks flying as the smith worked.

Alaric asked quietly, “Did Arryn come here?”

The smith wiped sweat from his brow and nodded. “He came with questions... about a certain sword. Strange questions for a lord.”

Alaric’s eyes narrowed.

Later, walking the busy streets, Alaric spotted a man whose gaze lingered too long on him. The man’s face was partly hidden under a cloak.

Alaric’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he followed the stranger for a few paces, but the man disappeared into the crowd.

Suspicion grew like a shadow in Alaric’s heart.

At the Wall, Kaelyn struggled with the biting cold and harsh new life. Among the new recruits was Samwell , a heavyset young man trembling from fear.

The others mocked Samwell for his size and clumsiness. When a group pushed him, Kaelyn stepped forward.

“Leave him alone,” he said firmly. “We all have a place here.”

Samwell looked up at Kaelyn with relief. Slowly, a friendship began.

Kaelyn learned more about the dangers beyond the Wall wildlings, cold, hunger, and the oath all men must take. It was a hard life, but Jon felt a growing sense of purpose.

Across the Narrow Sea, Catherine and her small group arrived at her estate, the capital of the city.

The city was a vast collection of tents surrounded by tall wooden stakes, and the air smelled of horses and smoke.

Viserys, her brother, grew more angry as he clashed openly with Catherine .

“You forget our birthright,” he hissed. “With Khal Drogon’s army, I will claim the Iron Throne.”

Cathrine held her head high. “You cannot command the Khal like a child.”

Meanwhile, after Tyrion’s visit to Winterfell, where he had gifted Bran a saddle to help him ride again, Catherine took decisive action.

At an inn near the gates, she confronted Tyrion.

“You are not welcome here,” she declared.

With the help of soldiers loyal to her family, she took Tyrion Lannister captive, believing him responsible for the attempt on Bran’s life.

Tyrion’s dark eyes gleamed but said nothing.

Back in Winterfell, Tyrion was escorted away to King’s Landing, where a great tournament was underway in honor of the new Hand of the Alpha.

Meanwhile Elara continued to practice archery with fierce focus.

Her arrows flew true.

Later, her direwolf began showing signs of birth in her again, a silent and fierce protector.

The game of power was shifting again unseen hands moving pieces on a grand board, where loyalty and danger walked side by side.

The roads between Winterfell and King’s Landing were long and cold as Tyrion Lanniste rwas taken under guard. His mind raced with thoughts, knowing he was a pawn in a dangerous game.

In King’s Landing, the great tournament brought knights from across the realm. The clashing of swords and the roar of crowds filled the air.

King Blackthorn sat proudly in his seat, though his thoughts often drifted to darker matters.

At Winterfell Elara spent her days training harder. Her small frame belied her fierce spirit. her direwolf, was never far, always watching, always ready.

“Stay close girl,” Elara whispered after a particularly tough day, the training was paying off. As she trained both her physical and spiritual, her direwolf was fully healed and rebir. The wolf’s eyes gleamed with fierce loyalty.

Elara’s thoughts often turned to the Lannisters, and her desire to protect her family burned brighter each day.

At the Wall, Kaelyn continued to stand up for Samwelll. Despite the cold and harsh training, their friendship was a rare warmth.

One evening, around the campfire, Samwell confessed, “My father wanted me to join the Watch so he wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

Kaelyn looked at him kindly. “You’re not alone here. We’ll face this together.”

Their bond grew stronger in the face of hardship.

In the other part , Catherine was learning the ways of the Dothraki. She wore their colors, moved among their people, and showed strength in ways they respected.

Yet, Viserys grew restless, pushing Drogon to act on his plans to invade Westeros.

“Patience,” Catherine warned him. “The Dothraki live by their own rules, and the sea is their enemy.”

Viserys’s anger made enemies, and his impatience would soon have consequences.

Back in King’s Landing, Alaric pieced together clues about the kings loyal guard Jon’s death. The blacksmith’s strange questions, the mysterious man watching him, and the missing pages from his book painted a troubling picture.

He knew the truth was close but dangerous.

At Winterfell, Bran worked to regain strength. Though his memories were still hazy, a fire grew inside him.

Elira stayed by his side, unwavering.

“We will find who did this, Bran,” she promised. “No one will hide in the shadows forever.”