❝ you don't know it yet but the two of you are very special. more special than anyone will ever know. ❞
❝ special how? we're bastards. we are anything but special. ❞
❝ because, my son, you were born from fire and ice...
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| WINTERFELL Courtyard | theNorth , Westeros
"OI! COME BACK HERE!"
"Go away. You're such a nuisance," the young Snow sneered, rolling his gleaming blue eyes. He turned to stick his tongue out at the Stark guard who was having trouble trying to contain the mischievous child after being tasked to keep him in his room.
"Damien."
The boy stopped in his tracks at the sound of his name. He huffed and slowly turned around to come face to face with his father, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell.
"Yes, Father?" Damien sighed as the guard stood upright in the presence of his Lord.
"You may go," Eddard told the guard, who nodded and left the two. "Why did you leave your room?"
"I was bored."
"Bored? I thought the books I gave you would give you company?" asked the Lord. From afar, Lady Catelyn Stark watched the pair after her husband left her to take care of his bastard son.
Like his brother, Catelyn was cold to the blond—haired boy and surely showed it whether it was boasting about how beautiful her children were or praising them for every little thing they did even if the Snows' did the exact same thing.
She despised Jon though Damien even more because of his witty comebacks, ability to talk back at such a great speed and the fact that he was slightly more academic than her own son, Robb. Being bastards of a married man had its cons and whether or not they were privileged didn't get rid of the fact that they'd never be loved, by a mother that is.
Catelyn's eyes narrowed as Eddard leaned in closer to place his hand on his son's shoulder, her bony fingers fumbling.
"One, I finished them and two, you're acting like they're real."
"That's because they are real. The words on the page tell of true tales passed down by our ancestors and maybe even written by theirs. Those things actually happened, Damien," he assured. A sudden ball of crumbled white snow came crashing toward Damien's head.
Eddard chuckled whereas the young Snow turned around with a menacing look, bending down to gather his own snowball. Eddard stood back, walking with a hidden smile toward his beloved wife, and watched the scene unfold as their eldest blood son and Ned's bastard twins fought in the snow.
