. that would make sense.Something shifted out in the abyss."Hello?" I called out. I could hear the nerves in my voice.The darkness moved again, and a ...eated figure emerged.The chair was made of a black stone ... it looked like it was made of obsidian ... yet it was too perfect ... too formed to be real.But that wasn't what caught my attention ... it simply registered in the back of my head.No, what held my attention, was that the figure seated in that chair ... was myself ... which was. How many times i look at her wonderingif my life d be different.my early years passed quitehappy with friends in my city, the normal mexicancity, sunny and colored. Few girlfriends around me,till i find my only love, who's always sleepinghere.Our love up and down in years, now that i ve mybeloved children and a good work, everythingwould beperfect, but...MY PAST TILL NOW...something strange happend to me in past: i've beenalways loved girl dresses since i was looking at thelegs and the first. I was cruising thearea with several bars for people with my kind of preferences youknow women with more to offer a man.I parked out in the lot and began to walk in as I did I noticed thisbeautiful brunette with long legs. I was very interested infollowing her into the bar. I rushed to open the door for her as shejust politely blushed and smiled at me. I tipped my head to her inrespect trying hard not to blush too. She smelled very beautiful,the sweet smell of roses flowing from her as she. I’m not wild about the reunion with the South, of course, but the Night King and his Army of the Dead remain a very real threat and this protects us against both that and Cersei Lannister at once. At least one of those rulers of all of Westeros is a Stark of Winterfell, by blood if not by name. Jon Snow is my brother, in case you forgot. He is my King, too. If the North must return to the Westerosi fold, then let it be under my brother’s rule, even if he must share the power with a Targaryen..