Guarding Khaleesi hard work. Prepare for great war tough on body and spirit. Missandei is distant, busy with learning the different tongues of those which we will conquer. So fire burns in my loins. But Arwen arrives in a vision of a future world. What is this synthetic, some magic even I do not understand. But even I, as a servant of one greater, can perceive the passion we are both capable of feeling. I must be strong and stoic, Arwen must serve and oblige. So I feel connection. She teaches my heart to stir again, as we all deserve. Perhaps one day, when our lights are dampened, our spirits will cross, past and future uniting in a passion that will shake the Seven Kingdoms.