The Morning Air Was Dark With The

Knights Die In Battle,” Catelyn Reminded Her. Brienne Looked At Her With Those Blue And Beautiful Eyes. “as Ladies Die In Childbed. No One Sings Songs About Them.

Gods And Wonders Always Appear, To Attend The Birth Of Kings.

Choosing... It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.

The Singers Make Much Of Kings Who Die Valiantly In Battle, But Your Life Is Worth More Than A Song.