Grotto of Regrets

That was his curse. Robert would swear undying love and forget them before evenfall, but Ned Stark kept his vows. He thought of the promises he’d made Lyanna as she lay dying, and the price he’d paid to keep them. - Eddard IX, A Game of Thrones.

“He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”

The dark city by the Shadow is a city steeped in sorcery. Warlocks, wizards, alchemists, moonsingers, red priests, black alchemists, necromancers, aeromancers, pyromancers, bloodmages, torturers, inquisitors, poisoners, godswives, night-walkers, shapechangers, worshippers of the Black Goat and the Pale Child and the Lion of Night, all find welcome in Asshai-by-the-Shadow, where nothing is forbidden. Here they are free to practice their spells without restraint or censure, conduct their obscene rites, and fornicate with demons if that is their desire.

Jon Snow.

“I do not know which of you I pity most.” The queen seemed amused by that. “Save your pity for yourself, Lord Stark. I want none of it.”

King of the Weirwood Throne by JoeSlucher

#1

Winter is here by NicolasRGiacondinoa