Window

Look, I was going to write the final part. There would be tragedy aplenty as LadyG's emissary would be stuck in the snow within sight of my castle walls, and unaware of that, I'd decide that the life of avarice, the pursuit of worldly status and wealth wasn't worth the candle. I'd cast off my crown, and pick up my sleeping roll and head off into the snowy wastes. Out through the sleeping frozen world.
Except that I got a text for a teatime pint. Or two. And then the Queen of the South did appear on the TV screen just as I was about to leave. And that was that. But blimey, when I got home I discovered the crown was still on my head. A miracle!