Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself, sworeto myself, that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?
His only crime was that he loved me.
El día que Chabal voló...
Tackle de Juan Manuel Leguizamón a Sébastien Chabal [RWC 2007 - Tercer puesto]
Winter is coming.