Verical Post 1

The War of the 5 kings. The bear and the maiden fair. The winds of Winter. Fire and blood. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. I would like a trial by combat. A dream of Spring. Winter is coming. The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. The bear and the maiden fair. The Knight of Lemonwood. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons.

Dunc the Lunk, thick as a castle wall. Never Resting. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. You know nothing, Jon Snow. The night is dark and full of terrors. The bear and the maiden fair. Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. Fire and blood. You know nothing, Jon Snow. I would like a trial by combat. Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters. The rains of castamere. The War of the 5 kings. It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters.

Pay the iron price. More pigeon pie, please. The War of the 5 kings. Dunc the Lunk, thick as a castle wall. The night is dark and full of terrors. The bear and the maiden fair. The winds of Winter. The night is dark and full of terrors. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. The battle of the redgrass field. The night is dark and full of terrors.