For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.
There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.
When the end comes, I will meet it raging.
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