A heavy burden

Staring as he did so many times into the nothingness of time and space, King Bran sat at the balcony of his window. "It's chilly m'lord, would you like a blanket," Bunty asked.

"Cold is merely a state of being, nothing like the long winters which can last a generation," he replied.

Bunty just rolled her eyes and walked away. She never understood half the things he said anyway.