By now, it was the end of summer, the weather was gradually getting cooler, and the sun was no longer harsh.
Colin led the Blood Knight Army northward and arrived in Winterfell City in just six days.
It was evening, and the majestic Winterfell City appeared more solemn under the glow of the sunset.
When Colin arrived beneath the city wall, he found Vera already standing at the drawbridge, waiting to welcome the man returning from afar.
She was wearing a purple noblewoman's long dress, which complemented her beautiful body curves and was still modest and elegant, and her light makeup made her already beautiful face even more radiant. Her beautiful eyes looking at Colin were filled with tenderness and affection.
Colin's heart warmed, he dismounted immediately and strode up.
Although he deeply wanted to hug the beauty in front of him, Colin restrained this impulse and knelt on one knee according to the appropriate noble etiquette, greeting his own lord.