#ser rodrik

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Same non existent aura

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There is always someone quicker and stronger, Ser Rodrik had once told Jon and Robb. He's the man you want to face in the yard before you need to face his like upon a battlefield.

-Jon Snow

[ladycatofwinterfell]

No plan, just a dream of home

Summary: Catelyn is in King’s Landing when they take Ned to the Sept of Baelor. She has no idea of what she’s doing, but she desperately tries to grab the pieces of her shattered family and bring them home.

I wrote this a while back, but I’m going to post it now while I’m working on the next part of “A new marriage and an old one”. I feel like I should mention that it takes place in show canon. It’s also a bit illogical, but this idea just popped in to my head.

Not to spoil anything, but this involves major character deaths.

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“What’s happening?” she mumbled to herself. “Where are they going?”

Catelyn had been in King’s Landing for a week. And she had never seen all the inhabitants of the city really move to one place at the same time. They were always moving, sure, but never in the same direction. She just stood and watched it from her open window for a while, tried to figure out what was happening. She listened intensely to the people below her, but couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other. All the noice and the ringing from bells drowned out their words. All of it made her very uneasy. Something was about to happen, she didn’t know what, but she could feel that it was something bad. She could feel it in her bones. But of course that feeling had been constant since the news of Ned’s arrest had reached her. That was the reason to why she had returned to the capital. And she wouldn’t leave without Ned and the girls. She would take them home.

“My lady!”

Ser Rodrik came into her room. And the bad feeling in her grew worse when she saw his face. She had never seen the old knight with such a look of pure panic on his face.

“What is it? What is happening?” she asked him,

She heard the distress in her own voice. 

“They’re taking Lord Stark down to the Sept of Baelor” Ser Rodrik said.

For his execution. The Lannisters were going to execute him for treason. Outside the Sept of Baelor. That’s what everyone was so excited about. They flocked to watch Ned die. No, Catelyn couldn't let that happen. She had to save him. She wouldn’t just let him die when they had started a war to free him.

“Let’s go then” she said and tried to repress her fear.

She didn't have time to be afraid, she had to be brave. For Ned, and for their daughters. She could be afraid later. When they were all in safety.

“You cannot risk anything, my lady” Ser Rodrik said.

She almost got angry when he said that. Had he really expected her to just quietly stay in her room after he had informed her of that her husband would be executed? 

“I’m not going to wait here while they take his head. We have to do something. And in order to do something, we have to go there.”

She had no idea about what she was going to do, she just needed to do something. 

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Chaos was the right word for it. They all screamed as Ned was brought out. Screamed that he was a traitor, that he deserved death. But Catelyn could barely hear it, all she could hear was the ringing in her ears. She tried to push herself through the crowd, but seemed to get nowhere. She was just pushed around. And she had lost Ser Rodrik somewhere, but that didn’t matter. The only important thing was to get to Ned.

“Watch yourself!” a big man said angrily when she tried to get past him. “We all want to see him die.”

He really thought that Ned was guilty of treason. They didn’t have a clue about that Cersei was lying to them.

“Sorry” she mumbled and continued to push herself forward.

They brought up Ned on the steps of the great sept. Where Cersei and that wretched boy of hers waited together with the members of the small council and Knights of the Kingsguard. And Ilyn Payne, Catelyn noticed and her heart sunk in her chest. The royal executioner. No no no no, she had to get forward faster. She had to push harder. What little hope Catelyn still had returned to her when she saw that Sansa stood there on the steps too, alive and well. She had not been thrown into a cell. But Arya was nowhere to be seen, where was Arya?

The crowd went quiet when they let go of Ned and he began to speak, and suddenly it was a little easier to get closer to the steps. She managed to pass the statue of Baelor the Blessed and was going to continue her desperate fight when someone grabbed her arm.

“Mother” a small voice said.

And that small voice belonged to a dirty and torn little girl with brown hair, a long face and Stark grey eyes.

“Arya” Catelyn gasped and pulled her into her arms.

Arya smelled of rotten fish and other could things, but Catelyn couldn’t have cared less. She held Arya’s little form close and kissed her hair. She had one of her girls, she had her youngest daughter. For months Catelyn had feared for Arya’s life, but she had her in her arms. She was alive and she wasn’t with the Lannisters.

“What are they going to do to Father?” Arya asked.

She looked up at Catelyn with tears in her eyes.

“Nothing, sweetling, I promise you. I won’t let them do anything to him” Catelyn said and looked up at Ned. 

He was still talking. No, not talking. Confessing. He was confessing to a crime he wasn't guilty of. Ned was loyal and honorable, he would never commit treason.

“But we don’t have much time. Wait here by the statue. Don’t go anywhere” Catelyn said quickly. “Promise me.”

“Okay, I promise” Arya said.

She sounded so afraid, the poor little thing. She sounded exactly like Catelyn felt. She wished that she could have stayed there and just held Arya forever, until all the worries in the world were gone. She just wanted to protect Arya from everything.

“Good.”

She turned away from Arya but had to turn back again. She took Arya’s hand and kissed it.

“I love you” she said.

“I love you too, Mother” Arya said. “Now go, get Father.”

And with one last look at her daughter, Catelyn turned her eyes towards Ned once more. The crowd screamed again and someone through a road at Ned, it hit him right in the head and he almost fell over. She had to bite her tongue in order to not shout. She had to get closer. And then came more silence as Ned continued with a bleeding wound on his forehead.

“Let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say” Ned said with a shaky voice.

He was so far away from where he was supposed to be. He was a man of the north, he believed in the old gods. But he was in the south, he stood in front of a sept. The old gods could not hear him, could not help him. Catelyn would have to help him, save him.

“Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne, by the grace of the gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm.”

He was afraid too, Catelyn realized. He was afraid for his life. Maybe they had promised they would spare him if he confessed. Maybe Catelyn could just. take him home. Grand Maester Pycelle said something about just and merciful gods, Catelyn couldn’t listen. She just had to reach them. She saw though, how Pycelle turned to Joffrey and asked him what would be done with the traitor. The crowd shouted about killing him, but the boy king silenced them

“My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night’s Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile” Joffrey began. “And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father. But they have the soft hearts of women. So as long as I am you king, treason shall never go unpunished.”

He was not going to listen to them, he was going to kill Ned. She only had seconds. She had to get through. And with that Catelyn managed to push herself to the front and was almost impaled by a spear held by a goldcloak. They were holding the crowd back, stopping the people from coming up on the steps.

“Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!”

“No!” Catelyn shouted desperately before anyone else had time to react. “Wait!”

He couldn’t die. She didn’t know what she would do if he died. She couldn't do it without him.

“Catelyn!” Ned exclaimed as the same time as Sansa exclaimed “Mother!”

And everyone up there looked down at her at the same time. Joffrey even raised a hand to stop Ser Ilyn. With a relieved sigh Catelyn saw how Ser Ilyn put the sword back into it’s sheath.

“Look, it’s the traitor’s wife who has joined us” Joffrey said and his lips curled into a cruel smile. “Let Lady Stark through, it seems like she has something to say.”

The goldcloaks stepped aside to let her through. And Catelyn took a deep breath before starting to walk up the steps, she felt like her heart was about to explode in her chest. And the realization of that she had no real plan hit her in the face with full force. She had only thought of getting there, and not of how she was supposed to get away from there. She didn’t really know where to go, who to go to first. She knew where she wanted to go, she wanted to go to Ned and Sansa. She wanted to embrace them and take them back to Winterfell with her.

It was so quiet that she almost could have touched the silence.

“Are you here to bend the knee? Do like your husband and confess to treason?” Joffrey asked.

He sounded like he was having fun. He really was a little Lannister. A golden thing that had crawled up from the deepest of the seven hells. She didn’t bother with looking at him, she had decided to follow her heart. She walked straight up to Ned.

“Are you okay?” she said quietly and wiped away some of the blood on his face with her hand.

It was a foolish question, she knew that. She had never seen him in a worse state than the one he was in then. But she hadn’t known what else to say.

“What are you doing here?” was all he said. “They will take you too, why did you come here?”

“To get you and the girls back” she replied. “I wouldn’t stand back and let them kill you.”

“They will kill you too, Catelyn.”

He looked so tired and so broken. He was much thinner than when she had last seen them, his once muscled body was so thin that she felt even more scared. How close to starvation had he been when they brought him out from his cell? And he had new lines in his face that had nothing to do with laughter. His eyes seemed almost empty, as if he didn’t truly see her. But her Ned was there somewhere, she knew it.

“No, my love.”

She tiptoed and and kissed him lightly on the lips, not caring what anyone thought about it. Then she turned to Joffrey and looked him in the eye. He smiled back at her, a cruel smile.

“How sweet. Tell me, how does it feel to kiss a traitor?”

Ned was no traitor. Catelyn was no traitor’s wife. She didn’t know how it felt to kiss a traitor.

“I would no nothing of doing such a thing. My husband is no traitor.”

“There you are wrong. What are you doing here, Lady Stark?”

“I am here to tell you that if you behead Eddard Stark there will soon be an army of northmen at your gates, demanding your head. Let him go, together with Sansa and Arya, and we will pull back our armies. We will release all of our hostages, including Ser Jaime Lannister, and stop all the fighting.”

Joffrey only laughed.

“We outnumber you” he said. “You will all be gone before you have time to reach the gates of King’s Landing.”

Catelyn’s heart beat fast and loud. She had to succeed.

“The northerners have already defeated you once. And if you kill their liege lord, they will continue to do so until all of you are dead. And I can promise you, they will send you Ser Jaime’s head in a box. So release Lord Stark and our daughters. For your own sake.”

Cersei laid a hand on Joffrey’s arm and whispered something to him. And while that happened Catelyn looked at Sansa, and Sansa looked back at her with terrified eyes. Catelyn started to raise a hand, but stopped herself. Sansa couldn’t come to her until the Lannisters gave her permission to. She was afraid of them. What had they done to Catelyn’s sweet daughter? It felt like Catelyn had been stabbed in the heart. She wanted nothing more than to take Sansa in one hand and Ned in the other, walk down the steps, find Arya and go home.

Then Joffrey waved away his mother. And Catelyn looked back at him. She saw nothing forgiving in his eyes, saw nothing good. He just looked cruel. How had she not seen that when they visited Winterfell? Why had she not stopped Ned from going south?

“I want you to seize Lady Stark” Joffrey said loudly. “And I suppose I’ll have to say it again, since we were interrupted. Ser Ilyn, bring me Lord Eddard’s head. Treason shall never go unpunished.”

No. Two armored men grabbed her arms before she had time to take it all in. They held her hard, and it hurt when she tried to pull herself free. She kicked and pulled and fought to the best of her ability, but it was meaningless. She had no chance against two large men in armor, she only hurt herself. They dragged her aside and once more she could hear the ringing in her ears. She didn’t know what was happening. All she knew was the fear that burned through her body like fire. And a few seconds later she also knew the tears that rolled down her face. She could taste the salt on her lips when they forced Ned down on his knees and the sound of Ser Ilyn unsheathing his sword rang through the air. It was Ice. The Valyrian steel greatsword that had belonged to the Starks for hundreds of years. They were going to take his life with his own sword. She tried harder to pull herself free, tried to get to her husband. He couldn’t die, he couldn’t leave her there. She loved him, he couldn’t die.

“NED!” she screamed. “NO! PLEASE!”

But no one listened to her, no one heard her. The crowd beneath was screaming too, and Sansa was screaming. They were all screaming, but for different reasons. They all screamed as they watched Ilyn Payne raise Ice, they all screamed as he let the blade fall. But Catelyn screamed most of them all when she saw her husband’s head fall. The pain in her heart felt so real that she thought it would kill her. She had failed. She had failed and they had killed her Ned. She almost wanted the pain to kill her.

“I want the traitor’s wife’s head too” Joffrey demanded. “She’s as much of traitor as her husband was.”

It seemed she would meet the same fate. They kicked Ned’s body aside, like a toy that they had finished playing with. But that was Ned. That was Catelyn’s love, not just some toy. She watched it through her tears, thought of how it wasn’t really Ned anymore. Just a body. They had taken his life, he was no more.

“Do not touch Sansa and Arya!” Catelyn begged ad they dragged her out to where Ned had stood. “They have done nothing wrong, don’t punish them!”

She glanced at Sansa, she had fainted. And Catelyn was glad for it. Sansa wouldn’t have to watch as the only parent she had left was beheaded too. She wouldn’t have to see it.

“I’ll do whatever I like with them” Joffrey told her.

“They shouldn’t be blamed for our actions, they’re just girls, just children. Please have mercy with them!”

He had no mercy in him, Catelyn knew that. But she also couldn’t leave the world knowing that her daughter wouldn’t be safe. She looked up and out over the crowd that was screaming at her. She watched the statue, tried to see Arya. What would happen to her? Where would she go? Why hadn’t Catelyn told her to find Ser Rodrik? He could have taken Arya to safety. Catelyn could only hope for that she would find the knight on her own.

“I’ll hear no more from you. Give me her head!”

She couldn’t control her body at all, she just felt numb. Like she had no contact with her arms and legs. She could just watch as they prepared her for execution. They forced her down on her knees in the puddle of Ned’s blood. The blood was still warm, it went straight through her dress and to her skin. She got to feel Ned’s warmth one last time when she kneeled in his blood. And when Ilyn Payne raised Ice once more she could feel more of Ned’s blood drip down on her neck. Ned would meet her wherever they went, he would be there. It would be okay. It would be peaceful.

There, on the steps to the Sept of Baelor, Catelyn Stark met her end.

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Ser Rodrik has run out of fucks to give!!!!!!!!

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Stark Heroes: Awesome ASOIAF Illustration by Stefan Kopinski

Note: This artwork is part of  A Song of Ice & Fire: Tabletop Miniatures Game

[anaomynous]

Jon Snow Part 2

Jon’s POV

Getting farther, and farther away from Winterfell, my heart felt empty. Part of me longed so badly to just… Be with her. I fought the urge to turn around, run back, take her with me, her be my lady… Just myself, and Jewel against Westeros.  The days getting to the wall, all that was on my mind was that kiss. 

I laid on the hard, cold ground, feeling Ghosts heavy breathing next to me, staring at the sky, feeling comforted that she as well, was underneath this darkness with me, and it helped me to feel… Closer to her. I prayed to the Gods, that she was thinking of me too, and in that moment, I would imagine laying with her. Her soft skin, brushing against me. Her long, dark hair, in my face. Was giving up everything to be a man of The Nightwatch, really worth giving my love away? I hated thinking about that… Questioning myself… I,,,, Perhaps should not have told her anything about how I felt, because now I would be left to ponder on… What if, for the rest of my days. 

Jewel’s POV

Things began to change so drastically, everyone except for myself, Theon, Bran, Rickon, and Robb. Robb being left as Lord of Winterfell in Ed’s absence. It was such an usual relief to not have Lady Catelyn around to torment me,she left on suspicion that the Lannisters had been the ones to have something with Bran being thrown from a window, then trying to have him killed, feeling the most at ease that I ever had in that moment that she stated she was going to meet Eddard in King’s Landing. 

A wildling that was forced to be imprisoned at the castle, named Osha had become my friend, often coming up to see me, and braiding my hair, while Theon was determined to bed her, her constant rejection would always  set him off, and make him angry. Especially when she refused to call address him as a lord. Theon revolted me in more ways than one could count, which was another frustration of his, he was awful to Jon and I, our whole childhood. 

However, Theon would go balistic, if we did not allow him to needlessly bully us, which further proved just how sick for control he was . I also had Hodor, a simple, but sweet man who only said one thing "Hodor," which he had always lived in Winterfell. Eddard had told me, that one day, he fell to the ground, and never got back up the same. 

Things took a horrible turn, when we got word that Eddard had been publicly executed for treason. I felt as though my heart had stopped beating in my chest, the world around me becoming much colder, the only man I knew as my father had been murdered at the hands of people who were meant to be his allies, my hands shook, and my stomach felt weak. I remembering vomiting, using a wall to keep from falling down, nothing would warrant the murder of such a kind, generous, and loving man. Robb and Theon had decided that it was time to raise war, leaving Bran the Lord of Winterfell in his place, leaving Winterfell vulnerable. 

“Ohsa,” I spoke, the room dimly lit by a candle, as she braided my hair. “Are you afraid?” I said quietly. She stopped what she was doing for a brief moment, and sighed “My lady, there are things out there to fear than men. Winter is coming, we should be going South,” She said, continuing to braid my hair. “You really… Saw them… The white walkers?” I asked, worried in the sure answer she may give me, hoping she had gone mad, and these were only stories. “My lady, I wish I was lyin’.” I grew quiet, not sure what to believe, after all these years of being told that white walkers were a thing of fiction, and just scary stories maids told to children, to keep them from running off. I hugged my knees, free enveloping me. Monsters in the North, evil people who wanted to slay house Stark everywhere else. It was only a matter of time, before one of them would strike first. It had now been years since I last seen, or heard from Jon, wishing so much I could embrace him. That next day after Osha confirming, what she had seen was real, Theon had stormed Winterfell, taking hold of Bran, betraying the Starks, and Robb in the same breath. Shocked, all of us terrified of what was going on, Bran laid down his Lordship of Winterfell, naming Theon, the one who was in control of Winterfell, it was that easy for him. Theon looked for me, finding that I was in my room. He barged in, and smirked “I’m your Lord now, and as your Lord you must please me,” He said, walking towards me, I flinched as he grabbed my wrist. “All those years, of you kicking dirt in my fucking face, are going to feel like a mistake now, a female bastard, the most disgusting type of woman there is.No one will ever wed you, but I am willing to bring mercy to you, if you warm my bed, Snow.” He said grabbing onto my waist. I shoved him off me, and pulled away, his clench on my dress, tearing the back of it. He grabbed me again, this time taking a very, firm, grip of my hair. “You’ve always been such a fucking cunt,” He laughed, going to force a kiss onto me. That’s when I spat in his face, a huge mistake that I would soon regret, he nearly, immediately bashed my face into my bedside table. My nose stung, warm blood instantly running down my face and the back of my throat. The metallic taste, and smell, filling my mouth. My eyes watered, and I did my best not to start screaming, the pain so intense I could hardly stand it, but I refused to be weak, in front of him. He pulled me back by my hair to face him. Demanding I looked at him. My eyes, like daggers, stared up at his, my nose pulsating. He chuckled “I think I broke your nose, you stupid, little, whore,” He then spat into my face, and shoved me down onto the floor, I hit the ground with a loud thud, storming out of my room, he took one last look at me and scoffed, slamming the door behind him. I began to breath heavily, wanting to touch my nose, to feel if it had broken. My hands shook, hesitating, instinctively not wanting to feel it. I felt a numbness grow over the front of my face soon enough, and I gently began to feel around. I noticed then, that him slamming my face into the table also caused my teeth to go through most of my bottom lip, my lip starting to swell up. I immediately could tell, my nose was without a doubt, broken. The bridge of my nose, was now off center, and a large cut covered over it. I needed to find Maester Luwin. As I got to my feet, I heard yelling outside in the courtyard. I looked down from my window to see Ser Rodrik Cassel, confronting Theon, causing a quarrel between them. I could not make out what it was that they were saying, Theon then was able to get Ser Rodrik Cassel down on his knees, his men holding him there. My eyes widened as I realized what they were doing, my ears ringing. I looked around to see as well, that they were forcing Bran to watch as it happened “Oh, the Gods be merciful!” I cried out. Watching as Theon nervously looked around, and lifted his sword laying a botched attempt at a public execution, taking 3 hits to decapitate him.

 I screamed loudly, never seeing something so horrible in my life, feeling myself go dizzy, I walked back until I was sitting on my bed. I held my left hand over my chest, my heart stammering. He had lost his fucking mind, and we needed to get out of here. Osha, opened my door and ran inside to see me. "My lady, he's locked Bran, Hodor, and Rickon in the dungeons!" She stammered, she took a good look at my face, staring at me for a moment “What ‘as he done to ya?!” She yelled, looking my face over. “I need to get Maester Luwin, he’s broken your nose, my lady,” She said, her voice panic stricken. I followed her, silently, traumatized from watching someone I knew from being a child, have his neck chopped through 3 times without truly decapitating him. "Maester Luwin!!" Yelled Osha, bringing me to him. He looked at me, his face struck with horror as he examined my face. "He's broken your nose, my lady," he said with concern in his voice. He handed me a bottle, and looked at me. "Drink this now, what we have to do, to get your nose back in place, will be nothing less than painful, my lady." I attempted to take one drink from the bottle, and a foul taste invaded my mouth, I spat it out instantly, all over the floor. The bitterness still on my tongue. They both looked at me, shocked. "My lady, I know it tastes terrible, but trust me when I say that you will thank me later." He said, encouraging me to drink more. I took a few huge drinks of it, trying to stop myself from gagging. "What is that?" I asked holding back vommiting. "Milk of the poppy my lady,". After an hour or so Maester Luwin had me bite down on a leather strip. Osha took my hand, as he sat me down on a chair, and cleaned off the blood around the wound, And my face. He pressed both his thumbs on the side my nose, and pushed the broken pieces back together in a quick motion. I screamed, the pain resurfacing, almost worse than when Theon smashed my face into the table, blood squirting out if my nose. "It's all over now, my lady. I straightened your nose and it looks as it did before, this cut though... it was from your bone cutting through. I must ensure it does not get the rot, because if it does, death is certain." He said calmly. He took another liquid, and poured it down on my wound, I bit down as hard as my jaw would allow on the leather strip, fearing I would break my jaw, or my teeth out, from the tension, the burning absolutely, fucking terrible, feeling like he had hypothetically lit my skin a blaze. "Okay, now that it has been cleaned, I need to sew the skin back together." He grabbed a needle that had been soaking in vinegar, and threaded it. He came up to me, and began to sew the two pieces of flesh that exposed my bone underneath, back together. This was the least painful part of all of it, surprising enough for me. Finally, it was done. He cleaned up my face a but more, then helped me get up. I felt the effects of the Milk of the Poppy really setting in, not feeling my face any longer, everything feeling warm, comforting. I looked at myself in a mirror, my lip swelled up so badly, I could hardly recognize myself. Then I paid attention to my eyes, purple, and black circles around them, on my nose, and under my eyes, which were also puffy. "Your eyes will stay black like that for a while, my lady, It's normal with a broken nose, go on and get some rest," I looked at him with a worried look "Thank you... Maester Luwin." I said with a sigh, as Osha went to walk back with me to my room. "We will find a way to fight this, I promise," he said to me as I grabbed onto the door knob. I turned around to Look at him, and smiled at him. "I pray to the Gods we do," we walked back to my room, it was dark now. Theon's men, scattered all over. "Just keep your eyes straight forward," She whispered, rushing to my room. We got inside, and shut the door behind us. Osha, putting a chair in front of it, as to make sure that no men could come in. "What are we to do?" I whispered. She thought, for a long time, looking down at the ground. I then saw her eyes, light up with an idea. "What is it?" I asked her, curious to know of what plan she had in mind. "I could fuck Theon, that horny piece of pig shit will do anything for a woman's cunt. As he sleeps, I can get the keys to the dungeons, grab Rickon, Bran, and Hodor, then we run away." She said with a smile. "Where will we go?" "South," She immediately responded. "What about to the wall, where Jon is. Or, where Robb is." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "I will not go back there, I-I can't," "Osha, we need to find one of them, or lady, Catelyn, or-" "No!" She protested. "You don't understand, the things I have seen... I can't go back North..." I wish I could see into her mind for just... One moment. To see what it is that she saw. I could never truly understand her until then. I sighed deeply "Osha, I need to get those boys back to their mother, or one of their brothers. Going South means keeping a family apart," "It means to live, and no harm meant by this, my lady, but I thought you hated Lady Catelyn," I nodded "But I do not hate Bran, and Rickon. Both of them, deserve to be with their mother." She sat there for a long time, and looked away from me. "What if we help each other escape, Then we part ways... I got South, you go North." "But, Osha... You are my friend, what if I never see you again," I said, fighting back tears. "We will always be friends, my lady, but I... Can never return to the North. I would rather be dead." That statement made it all too real... She was set on her decision to go South, I could not convince her otherwise. We devised our plan, throughout the next few days, mapping out every careful step we took, to get this plan to work. I grew more, and more nervous as the time neared, praying it would work... That everything would be okay... Maybe I could even see Jon again...

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Lady Donella Hornwood: *exists*

Me, Maester Luwin, Ser Rodrik, Bran Stark: 

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