——— ❝ The boy he’d been before had been ironborn, true enough, but R e e k had come into this world in the dungeons of the Dreadfort. “Look at my face. I am Lord Balon’s son. Your prince.” He would have said the name, but somehow the words caught in his throat. Reek, I’m Reek, it rhymes with squeak. He had to forget that for a little while, though. No man would ever yield to a creature such as Reek, no matter how desperate his situation. He must pretend to be a prince again.
" W e d o n o t s o w. “
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. (Tennyson, The Kraken)
You have to remember your name.