The Beggar King - Winterfell

A future so certain,

sure that it was set in stone.

Clearly my birhtright,

to sit atop the Iron Throne.

Ripped away my expectations,

the King Slayer took from me.

Forced to flee our conquered nations,

to hide across the Narrow Sea.

All I need, a

Crown of Gold.

For

I am King of

What you stole…

So far from home now,

but I remember…

Long we reigned in bliss and glory,

in fire and blood they cried our names.

Sister wives and brother husbands

kept this blood pure in our veins.

One dark night our whole world ende,

stag and direwolf, mace and sword.

The traitor lion, the dragons fall,

and the sudden flight to a distant shore.

With no coin I’ll buy my army

to return to rule again!

Sotrmborn sister sold to slavery.

Your fles for their swords!

Give to me a

Crown of Gold, and

I’ll be King of

All this world!

All you ever needed,

just what you were told.

give this sorefoot-king his

Crown of molten gold!