"The men of the North are not afraid of fighting or dying. Every winter is a fight for survival, and many die in it. And Winter is coming. First, you come into my Keep without invitation. Then you claim to be here as envoys, yet you dare threaten me and mine in my own home under supposed parlay? You try to attack, and you will be a head shorter before you can blink," the King's voice was dangerously quiet, yet the words felt heavy in the cold northern air.