Winterfell was unusually quiet that evening. The last of the guards had retired to their posts, and the wind howled softly through the high towers. Inside the great hall, a fire burned low, throwing flickering shadows across the stone walls.
When Aberama Gold is hired by Tommy Shelby to help him fight the Italians ā the ones responsible for Johnās death ā he brings his family with him to Birmingham. Thatās when Tommy meets Eira Gold, Aberamaās eldest daughter.
The streets of Camden were drowned in fog that night, the lamps burning weak and yellow through the mist. She moved through it like a ghost, her coat clinging to her body, her boots splattered with mud and blood. Her hands shook as she reached the door of the old bakery ā Alfieās empire, built from nothing but pain and stubbornness.
Sheād lived in Watery Lane all her life ā same muddy streets, same faces, same chaos. The Shelbys werenāt just the notorious family everyone feared; to her, they were family. Sheād played with Ada in the back alleys, patched up Finnās scraped knees when they were kids, and once slapped John across the face for trying to steal her bread. Theyād all grown up together, and no one could ever say she wasnāt one of them.