What the King dreams, the Hand builds.
Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.
Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.
In this world, only winter is certain
You should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care.
Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.