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With accursed blood in his veins,  the sun scorns him,  its light a sharp reminder of what he’ll never be,  while shadows gather like old friends,  whispering secrets of a w

He hated fire for as long as he could remember. His mind drifting momentarily to the flames that scorched his childhood

Dancing in flames, she sang a song in a pitch t

When winter comes for war,  

You shall hear no Lions roar,  

Their strength quieted,  

In the chill of a frozen dawn—  

The echoes of pride, 

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What makes one human? The body with its shape, the pulse that beats beneath the skin, or is it the mind that thinks, the soul that feels the weight of the universe? In this

Forged from a heart of hatred,

a puppet, limbs strung by a father, lost in shadows, clinging to ghosts

Before everyone left Winterfell, when the family was still together. Everything was happier then, wasn't it?

(Note: WIP This is meant to take place before every

"...If I were human...would I understand you better?"

What he yearns for, more than anything, is understanding. Understanding of what makes a human tick, how the gears

"A product of this place is what I am. All I have is my appearance, that is where all my value lies." He believed that, truly believed that. It had been groomed and beaten i

Before everyone left Winterfell, when the family was still together. Everything was happier then, wasn't it?

(Note: This is meant to take place before everything basi

"I never hast friends, only meiny. 'Tis a divers sort of loneliness, surrounded by people whom claim to love me, yet are only bewitched by something I bear no control over."

"I have a proposal for you. If you win, I'll give you anything you want, even if you did not pay the proprietress for it. However, if I win, you will give me anything I want

"I just need to finish this first, then I will get some rest. Is that satisfactory?"

It is a lie, and an obvious one.Robb is overworking himself and it is not doing wo