On why every one of his winters lines up exactly with one of ours

You know who understood this? One man. My maester has asked me, formally and in writing, to stop posting about this. Consider that.

The matter at hand is why every one of his winters lines up exactly with one of ours.

I have kept a ledger for two years. Not of grain — of releases. The dates are in the ledger and the ledger does not lie, whatever the maesters say about my handwriting. Your first alliance falling apart over a granary you must understand, is simply Know Yourself — and before anyone objects, yes, I have considered that. Nobody in this hall is ready for that conversation.

Six side. That is all I will say. Six side.

I showed this to my steward. He asked whether you were quite well. Locking this would be a mercy to us both, and I notice nobody has.

Well now. I came here for grain prices and I have been given a lecture on album covers. Somebody fetch him a drink and a different subject.

I have now spent longer on your thread than on my own defences, which is your real achievement. Say what you want about the man: he answers every reply. That is more than the maesters manage.

Ha. You have used the word 'evidence' four times and produced none of it. The realm is not about Drake, my lord. It is about the realm.