6 acessos
A raven
Flies from the north
To the sea
A dragon
Whispers her name
In the east
A cold
Iron throne
Holds a boy
Barely grown
A crown
Laced in lies
You win
Or you die
The watcher waits
On the northern wall
A daughter
Picks up
A warriors sword
A cold
Iron throne
Holds a boy,
Barely grown
A crown
Laced in lies
You win
Or you die