When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet, and they saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I’ve never seen so many people so quiet. He rode past his wife, and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna’s lap. Blue as frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?
CS watching a scary movie... sorry if someone already sent this lmao