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“I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
The Hand of the King was the second-most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms.
My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done.”
For a moment Eddard Stark was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding. This was his place, here in the north. He looked at the stone figures all around them, breathed deep in the chill silence of the crypt. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.
Jon Snow was glad he was a bastard.
White, gold, crimson: the direwolf of Stark, Baratheon’s crowned stag, the lion of Lannister.
The king was a great disappointment to Jon.
“I want to serve in the Night’s Watch, Uncle.”
“I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers.”
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
She finished for him. “… crown prince, and heir to the Iron Throne. And I was only twelve when my father promised me to your brother Brandon.”
“A warning,”
You must be Robert’s Hand. You must go south with him and learn the truth.”
There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.
Ned would not speak of the mother, not so much as a word, but a castle has no secrets,
Ashara Dayne’s name was never heard in Winterfell again.
Benjen Stark was a Sworn Brother. Jon would be a son to him, the child he would never have. And in time the boy would take the oath as well.
and childhood as well.
“He’s our brother,” Arya said,
They had always been close. Jon had their father’s face, as she did. They were the only ones.
Jon seemed to be angry at everyone these days. Bran did not know why. He was going with Uncle Ben to the Wall, to join the Night’s Watch. That was almost as good as going south with the king. Robb was the one they were leaving behind, not Jon.
Bran was going to be a knight himself someday, one of the Kingsguard.
It made him feel like he was lord of the castle,
That was another thing he liked about climbing; it was almost like being invisible.
Having Stark beside him will only make him worse. He’s still in love with the sister, the insipid little dead sixteen-year-old. How long till he decides to put me aside for some new Lyanna?”
Bran went backward out the window into empty air.
Bad enough to face himself in a looking glass every day. Another him was a thought too dreadful to contemplate.
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
I would be most interested to hear what he might have to say.”
“Tyrion, my sweet brother,” he said darkly, “there are times when you give me cause to wonder whose side you are on.”
“It should have been you,”
Jon had never seen her cry before.
“You Starks are hard to kill,”
“Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?”
Yet that night she dreamt of one.
I am blood of the dragon,
I am Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror.
She was afraid of the Dothraki,
She was afraid of her brother,
she was afraid of what would happen tonight under the stars,
I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself again.
“Dragon’s eggs, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai,”
“I shall treasure them always.”
And for the first time in hours, she forgot to be afraid. Or perhaps it was for the first time ever.
he has given me the wind.”