But we are not men.

But we are not men.

The more people you love, the weaker you are.

We’ve had vicious kings and we’ve had idiot kings, but I don’t know if we’ve ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king.

They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant Direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.

- Three lives I will give you— no more, no less, and we’re done.
- I can name anyone and you’ll kill him?
- A man has said. 


Won’t you, little dove?

Won’t you, little dove?