And who are you, the dragon breathed,
that you should want my seat?
Only a cat of strength and speed
what's fair is all I seek
What makes you great has long since gone,
So flap your wings and go.
And with the stag and rose, my lord,
You best fly beyond the crows,
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
the shivering lion fears,
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And cries with golden tears.
-Anonymous Loyalist bard
To my lord, Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name.
Glory to the Dragon King, long may he rein!