Winter Is Coming. He had to make an effort to avoid rolling his eyes at that. The nobles in this court just loved repeating their words to everyone they ran across. As if he’d forgotten who he was speaking to. “I don’t see the appeal of cold weather, myself,” he told her, as he stood there wrapped in one of his warmest cloaks. Unseasonably warm, was she mad? “But you’ll soon be getting your wish, I think. The rains were already beginning to turn to sleet when I left the Stormlands.”