By the way, I understand very well why the Stark fell first. Because, imagine, all people are like people. This is normal Middle Ages. Wear a collar, drink wine, take a fortress, kill the enemy and n.a.s.r.a. in his skull. Targaryens are blood, shashlies! Barateons are not swords, so write. Lannister, we will pay you. The vineyard flows, the blood sheds, the b.a.b.s are naked and very naked, dragons, wolves, zombies, all the e.b.u.t.s.a, everyone has fun. And in the midst of all this, the Starks are sitting and shouting from the balcony like patties-killers - Vadik, Vadik, put on a hat, winter is near!