Death is coming for everyone and everything. A darkness that will swallow the dawn.
3.08 - Second Sons.
There will be no bedding ceremony. There will be if I command it. Then you’ll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.
“Death is coming for everyone and everything, a darkness that will swallow the dawn.”
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “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”
But first we’ll live. 3.07 The Bear and the Maiden Fair