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It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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A YOUNG BOY RAN THROUGH A SNOWY FOREST WOODS, HE CROSSED A SHALLOW STREAM AND THEN RAN THROUGH THE STREETS OF THE WINTER TOWN. AS HE RAN THROUGH THE TOWN, PIGS SQUEALED AND DONKEYS BRAYED.
From above, Arya Stark watched the young boy push through the crowd. A large army was marching along the road, and the boy continued to run alongside them. He found a tree to climb up to get a better view.
The army continued to march towards Winterfell, as the villagers stared at Lyanna and Daenerys as they rode past them on their horse.
"I warned you." Lyanna called over to her, noticing the villagers disapprovingly stares. "Northerns don't trust outsiders."
A dragon roared, and the villagers looked up at the sky in fear. People started clamouring as Drogon and Rhaegal flew overhead. Arya emerged from the crowd, smiling. The dragons swooped over Winterfell as Sansa watched them fly overhead from the walls of Winterfell.
At the front gate, Lyanna and Daenerys rode into Winterfell towards a crowd of people standing within. Bran was sitting at the front of the crowd. Lyanna quickly dismounted from her horse. She ran up to him quickly, kissing him on the forehead. Jon was close behind her.
"Look at you." She smiled down at her little brother, with tears in her eyes. "You're a man." Lyanna let out a little chuckle as Jon laughed.
"Almost." Lyanna looked at him quizzically and then up to Sasna, who was standing beside him.
She walked over to Sansa, hugging her. "Where's Arya?"
"Lurking somewhere." Sansa sneered.
Jon turned to Daenerys, and she walked over to them. "Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, our sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell."
Lyanna watched as Sansa looked at Daenerys hesitantly. "Winterfell is yours, Your Grace."
"We don't have time for this." Bran interrupted. "The Night King has your dragon." Daenerys turned to look at Bran. "He's one of them now. The Wall has fallen, the dead march south."
Lyanna, Sansa, Daenerys, and Jon all looked at one another with concern.
The Dining Hall of Winterfell was full of Lords, Ladies, Dothraki, and Unsullied.
"As soon as we heard about the Wall, I called all our banners to retreat to Winterfell." Sansa spoke as everyone settled.
"Lord Umber -" Lyanna called out to him. A young boy stood from the side of the room and walked forward. "When can we expect your people to arrive?"
