jaimelannistre: Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my litt
jaimelannistre: Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods. -- source link
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