Nothing burns like the cold.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

Bleed a cold but feast a fever.

Winter is coming.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

These are the winter's people, he reminded himself. Tears froze upon your cheeks where they come from.