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“Your Father never believed in them,” Catelyn was beginning to feel the bite of winter even when within the walls of Winterfell, and knew truly that the white raven held true and winter was here. The last winter she had known in this place had been when she was on the birthing bed, bringing Sansa into this world; it had been a hard and freezing winter, full of storms, and many had feared it would last a decade, and Catelyn had merely feared her little girl would not survive. Neither fears had been realised. 

“Whenever I spoke of things beyond the Wall Ned would laugh and say I had listened too much to Old Nan’s tales...Grumpkins in the woodpile” Catelyn sighed heavily as she looked to her son, “Gods, would that he had had the right of it” 

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      her gaze was sharp and piercing as she looked to robb. she was already anxious about what would happen in the south, she didn’t need him adding to her stresses with the irritating tapping noise he was making. ‘’ I don’t know what he expects. Since Dragonstone it’s been harder to get a read on him’’  she groaned softly as she rose to her feet, her body was still recovering from their plunge into the icy waters of the lake north of the wall. every move sapped at her energy, and her bones felt like blocks of ice. ‘’Cersei won’t help, i’d be surprised if she even reacts to that THING. if anything, she’ll let that army roll through the north, and as soon as they touch the south, her armies will be out in full.

     she rolled her jaw as she poured two mugs of ale, placing one down in front of Robb and taking her own to her seat. ‘’With no one left alive in the north, it’ll be much easier to rule.. that’s what I’d do anyway.’’ She sighed, sinking back into her seat. ‘’I don’t think it’s foolishness, naivety maybe.’’ she took a sip from her mug. ‘’   she’s got under his skin though. can see it - the way he looks at her.’’  she chewed on her lower lip. ‘’   He might be trying to impress her?..’’

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“You are going to get killed by the Others if you do not learn to fight with two weapons,” he said, watching the sparring in the courtyard. His friend, Jon Snow, was across the way, teaching the younger ones, getting their strength up. “I can show you, Northern king.”

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          optimism... was it? HOPE, mayhaps? was he even still capable of feeling such sentiments, with blood of his loved one staining the black of his cloak (in his dreams, it was always his arrow) && the ashes and crumbs of lost family left on their wake? it will turn out alright. a though that, admittedly, seldom found its way through Jon’s mind, and let alone past his lips to be translated into real words. why had he offered such unlikely remark, then? because he could see the unseen marks left upon his brother’s brow by the weight of the crown, and wished to take a tad bit of that burden for his own shoulders to carry? might well be. tell Robb i’m going to command the Night’s Watch and keep him safe, so he might as well take up needlework with the girls and have Mikken melt down his sword for horseshoes.

          ‘ your concern is touching, brother. ‘ literally touching, as he was pulled into that still-somehow-cheerful hug that was so very much like Robb, and was unable to keep the SMILE off chapped lips. ‘ call it a one-in-a-million chance of occurring. like the comets. ‘

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‘ I won’t let you do this! ‘

THE SCROLLREMAINS CLUTCHED IN GLOVED HANDS AS SHE MOVES, nohesitation pausing her movements as clad frame travels across to where her children are waiting, stirring only atthe sight of their mother. Blood is pumping in her veins at the thought ofexactly what she’s about to do – to go tothe most dangerous place in the world – and yet, she knows that they wouldnever have sent for help if they weren’t desperate. They’re her men and herallies and she can’t just stand by – AGAIN – as they’re plucked off by an enemywho she’d believed so vehemently was nothing more than a myth.

His words pierce through a mind already made up, even as ahand presses to the warm scales of her mount, petite frame turning to directher question as hues flicker up to the male trailing behind her. It tookeverything to keep him from going the first time (because, as his men hadreminded him, he’d never been beyondthe Wall, he was technically the Kingin the North, and it was a suicide mission) – but there’s no way he can come with her now.

“And what would you have me do?”

Braid whipped across her shoulder as amethyst hues locked oncerulean, breathing sharply as distressed features find the anger in his. Thewolf within is obvious, brimming beneath the surface, as much as the dragonrises in her.

“Assuming you could stopme, your brother is out there, and unless you want to lose another one of your family, we don’t have another choice right now.I have to go.”

Another moment lingers, and her features soften just slightly.

“I’ll bring him back, Robb. I won’t… I won’t let you loseanyone else. You have my word.”

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Sansa hated thunderstorms-- they SHOOK her to the core, and it wasn’t very long since her mother had INSISTED for her to sleep in her own bedroom. She burrowed deep into her sheets before she finally moved out, walking BAREFOOT across the halls to where Robb’s quarters were, small hands dragging one of her fur blankets along. She knocked softly, her eyes RED with tears, embarrassed of her fear and too scared to go to their mother and father’s in fear of being shunned. “Robb?” her voice BROKE when she spoke, waiting for him to open the door for him. Her eyes met his when he opened his door, and he didn’t have to ask, letting her CLIMB into the bed with him, her face against his chest as he soothed her softly, saying that the storm would never hurt her. The last memory before she finally RELAXED was of his lips against her forehead, and all was well.