"My Lords and Ladies, to my wife, Queen Shireen Stark!" he toasted with a full tankard. She blushed as wine and ale was flowing freely in her name. "While we're still rather sober, it's time for the gifts!" Laughter rang merrily in the hall at his words. Torrhen Flint, her husband's squire, quickly brought a rather small ornate chest to the king. Inside lay an intricate yet slim circlet made of the same metal as the king and inscribed with similar runes. But instead of swords, there were stags, dragons, and direwolves carved in great detail.