my place is by your side;

                              ——————- i will love you

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious."

Send "Zzz" to hear my character mumble something about yours in their sleep.

Who would have pondered that the beaming, scorching sun of the wasteland would have been replaced each night by a moon with silver rays of ice? It had been a long journey that had led them to nowhere and it would seem they would walk towards their doom till death would embrace them all in kindness. How she missed, Drogo. About her shoulders a new weight of warmth was casted and she turned her violet gaze towards the knight beside her. Jorah Mormont — her bear would always think first of her. 

Ah, but your comfort warms my heart, my Queen. "-- Back home, the winters are harsher than you can imagine. Fear not, I've endured far worse." It was truth, no doubt the North's elements were nothing compared to the bitter rays cast upon them in the desert. However, his ability to withstand the cold or not, he would have given up his warmth a thousand times over for her. "Perhaps one day you will look upon the snow covered hills and frozen creeks of Bear Island for yourself, Khaleesi, if it please you." 

Kate had no qualms with a cold and damp castle—there was nothing that compared to the halls and chambers of Hotel Saint-Pol, where no matter what heat you seek the cold will always creep in. She remembered when not even her old blankets protected her from the cold stones of her chambers. She was an impoverished princess in a big castle, and she thought that all her life she would know nothing but those walls, devoid of any echoes of the warmth it enjoyed before.