I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they are sore after a day's ride.
If it weren't for you, I never would've survived my childhood.
Drinking and lust, no man can match me in these things. I'm the God of tits and wine
I am not your ruler. I'm not the Breaker of Chains. I'm not the Unburnt. And I am certainly not the Mother of Dragons