Chapter 1: Winter is Coming
Jun. 24th, 2011 03:41 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)

Castle Wolfsbane, Moroz
The stronghold of the Wolfsbane family, Castle Wolfsbane is a motte and bailey. Outside the walls of the bailey, a town has over the years grown up, a place of low wooden and stone buildings in tightly-knit streets enclosed by a guarded wall. The town of Moroz is a busy, bustling place of industry and noise. The keep itself is a thick-walled place, but even those do not keep out the draughts. From the top of the keep one can definitely feel that winter is approaching. Life at Castle Wolfsbane is fairly informal - the entrances to the bailey and keep are guarded, but once allowed inside you can pretty much roam where you like except for the family's private chambers. Personal attendants, of course, can go in and out of those. Much activity takes place in the training yard/courtyard and the hall. There is a recent addition to the castle - as well as the temple to the old gods that has been here for many generations, there is a chapel dedicated to the Sun-Bringer, Lady Mia's god of choice.
Bloody cold morning, air like a mouthful of ice water. You can never forget up here what cold's like, not even in the height of summer, but this is a reminder that it's going to get a lot colder, and soon. Well, the furriers'll do well out of it, and we've laid in enough food to last the town for a right long winter, so I'm not too worried on that score. The idea of two, three, four years of cold does make me grind my teeth, but I've lived through it before and will again. And then spring'll come, with all its madness - and hopefully by then Mia and I'll have our own spring to celebrate. I'd have a son by preference, but a daughter would do to start. It's been three years we've been married, and people are starting to ask why we don't have an heir yet. Sometimes things take time, I say, and I keep making sacrifices to the gods of earth and to the goddesses of the water to ask that they nurture our seed, but nothing's come of it yet. People've been mithering me with sly suggestions it could be because the gods don't like Mia's Sun-Bringer, but anyone with any sense knows there are hundreds of gods so why they'd take on about that one I don't know.
I go down to the courtyard, because I like it down there - always lots going on. A kid getting a clout from one of the smiths for getting under his feet, the snick and whistle of archery practice, the smell of horses.