Winter is coming.

“It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles.”

“My queen,” said Tristifer, “here we have the walls, but if we reach the sea and…”

“Říká se, že noční krásy skomírají zasvítání a k dětem vína se v ranním světle č…”

“Then you do not belong here. Death holds no sweetness in this house. We are not…”