The Queen in the North
#they will call her the queen of winter #who united the lords of the north beneath her banner and with her words #that no man could listen to and remain unmoved #they say she rode singing songs never heard before; songs that made light of dark and summer of winter #they say she stole the winter from the great other and made it her own; bound it with music and words and the wolf blood in her veins and th #the blood in the veins of her family #the great wolves howled at the feet of their steeds and their fangs flashed bright like valyrian steel #they will say her hair burned like fire beneath the dragon smoke and the trees whispered as she walked among them #she remade winterfell from the snows that had buried it and sat enthroned #with the lord commander; the walking dead; the burning man with his dragon to her right #and the faceless beauty with her knives and her essos death magic to her left #and the wolf boy curling at her feet #this is what they will say; ere a thousand years have past and the summer long again #that the queen in the north held winter in her fist and made of it a song
and then she had lemon cakes and tea
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