For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

“I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids a…”

“A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that…”

“As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was shole …”

“Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms s…”