Shall I talk to thee about the King of the North?

His beauty, brain which is as prominent as his pain

A man who trusted in the Lords of his Earth

Sadly, they could not let him continue to reign

Called to a wedding, some may say a celebration

His wife’s hand in his, for inside another one grew

Thoughts of his son being his father’s reincarnation

Their souls being eaten into morning’s dew

But betrayal could not be their glorious ends

The future would have no name like a faceless man

For actions like these will never have amends

Little by little, the North will ban

“The North remembers”, she did say

“Tell them Winter came for house Frey”.