The marble halls of Valkoron stretched wide and gleaming, sunlight spilling through tall, arched windows and striking sparks across polished stone.
The air held the faint tang of salt from the distant sea, carried on winds that curled through narrow slits in the fortress walls.
Banners of silver and storm-blue lined the walls, each embroidered with the sigil of House Stormborne.... A silver thunderbolt splitting a black storm cloud on a deep navy Field, with jagged lightning patterns along the edges.
a symbol as old as the cliffs upon which the citadel stood. Valkoron was not a place of gloom, as many whispered in fear, but of command.
Its towers pierced the sky with austere majesty, a reminder to all who looked upon it that the Storm Lord's bloodline brooked no rivals.
Outside, the citadel overlooked the vast cliffs of Virelia, its towers commanding not only the sea below but also the respect of every realm in the Five Nations.
