⬂ an introduction

What is honor compared to a woman's love?

What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile?

Wind and words. Wind and words.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.

That is our great glory, and our great.

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All Rights go to George R R Martin. I only claim Elaena and her story.