"I cannot sing for you. You want me to sing you the songs of the south, where the pretty ladies fall in love with the brave knights and all is well with the world. I don't know those songs. I only know Northern songs, about winter and wolves, and you can pretend all you want, but those songs will be sung once more". Cover by @pepperronys Copyright O.T'Gan 2019.

This story happened a long time ago, a time when dragons ruled over the sky. A time where Targaryen's sat on the ironthrone. It all has already happened, there is nothing anyone could have done that would have change the path off this story.