You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The Direwolf is the sigil of you House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”
“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.” Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”
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