"You cannot mean..." Rhaenys can't even bring herself to say it, but she's heard stories of those meant to be kept beyond the Wall. Nothing more than rumors, of course, and fishwife gossip and pirate tall tales, yet there have been stories all the same. Of creatures that might as well be myth, each story different and more incredulous than the last.

She shivers, though whether it's the thought of the White Walkers or merely the chill in the air, she doesn't make it easy to tell. Or at least until she tries to find something to wrap around herself, and finds none in hand.