Would there be war when spring came? Or maybe even during the winter itself. There had also been all these strange rumours about foul things stirring north of the Wall and Myrcella wanted to dismiss them as simple tales and ramblings but simply couldn't. All the Lords and Ladies that she saw yesterday were quite grim. Whatever the king had told them during the Grand Northern Council had rankled them deeply. And, as much as she wanted to believe that the tales were just hearsay and magic was long gone, the flying monsters capable of spewing molten fire were more than enough to change her mind.