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Jon,

On my wedding night I was delivered the death of the closest thing I've ever had to family. Robb who I have grown with since I was a child, a close companion and a brother to me. Catelyn, the woman who fed me and cared for me when my mother could not. There is only war to blame for their deaths.

Grief is strange. It is strange seeing someone die compared to hearing of it. Watching them die was an unimaginable pain, I am sorry you have to hear about it. I'm sorry you keep losing your family.

My husband gave me no mercy. After contributing to the butchering of my family he stripped me of my dignity, of my armor. I have nothing now. I don't even have you. It hurts to be here. I am afraid. Not of these people but of the thoughts in my head. I want to die. I want to die.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted to marry you. I wanted you. My heart aches as I write this. How is it possible to miss someone like this?

I hope that all of them die. I hope somehow I am the hand that does it.

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