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"I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair." It's a lovely song, and quite popular in North. It's one of the first songs I can remember hearing ever ring out through the halls in my family home of Winterfell. I would hum the tune inside the warm castle walls or in the cold of the Godswood and pretend that I was the winter maid. That seems like a lifetime ago. Winter came for the Southerners and I grew accustomed to the climate in the capitol quite nicely. I was no longer confined to Winterfell, to the North. I have seen all seven of the Kingdoms, and have traveled beyond The Narrow Sea. Last year I saw my Great House cast from the Iron Throne, but the North remembers. The maid now fights in an army of wolves, and winter is coming. |
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