❝ 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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| the KINGSROAD | theNorth , Westeros
"WHAT WAS MY MOTHER LIKE?"
The question caught Eddard off guard. Like most bastards, they often wondered who their mother or father was. The Lord was prepared; he'd told many people already but Damien wasn't ready to know who he truly was. Not just yet. They had just set up camp after riding hard for four days, taking small breaks to rest their horses.
A smoking fireplace had been lit by the Stark men and the young Greyjoy boy who sat beside Damien. He wasn't fond of Theon; he was extremely immature and thought dirty things about women.
"She was a very brave woman. Intelligent, passionate, beautiful and a fierce rider. I remember her fondness for winter flowers. She didn't care about what other people thought of her and I know that she loved you and Jon very much," Eddard answered.
"Then why did she choose not to take care of us?"
"Because she was afraid."
"Afraid? What would she be afraid of?"
"Not now, son, perhaps another time."
Damien saw how his father's face changed and decided to let the topic go. Waiting a few more years wouldn't hurt. For now, all he could do was focus on training and trying to protect not just Sansa but Jon, Robb, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Catelyn and Ned even if they didn't need it. He wanted to protect the ones whom he loved the most no matter what.
"Come on, let's talk about your manners," Eddard brought up, shocking Damien.
"You can't be serious, Father."
"I'm always serious, Damien," Eddard smiled, patting his shoulder. "Let's do it while we train with your sword."
Eddard stood, carrying two swords, to Damien's confusion but nevertheless, he followed his father to a part of the woods that separated them from the soldiers. The golden sun was setting, creating eerie—looking shadows and monstrous prints on the crunchy forest floor.
"Father, what do you mean by my sword? I don't have a sword," Damien asked as the pair stopped. With one swift movement, Eddard brought out a stunningly shiny sword out of its leather sheath. He waved it around and threw it over at Damien who successfully caught it though stumbled slightly under its weight.
