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Her Ned…



They did everything. Maester Luwin. Old Nan. Herself. She did everything. And she would have done much more. She would have done anything.

But it was not enough.

And Ned…


No. Please.

The night is long and only hers to mourn.

But the morrow she has to do her duty. And there are the children.

Robb is Lord Stark now.

Lord of Winterfell.

Warden of the North.

At the age of eight.

He needs his castellan. His Maester. His master-at-arms. All of his men. More than Ned ever needed them, ever.

And he needs her.