There were two babes in the Tower of Joy.
Two babes tied so closely to their parents, Ned had to make the decision.
One with hair like raven feathers, eyes as grey as steel, and a face of a true Stark. The other, with hair like moonlight, eyes lik...
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He died thinking she was carrying his baby, he died smiling at her after telling her he loved him. Mero had died the same way Red and Blue died. By cowards, and they would rue the day they took everything from her.
Her time in the mountains had made her numb, dull at the cold winds that braced them in the deep of the night, to the light patter of rain that seemed to be ever falling. Her heart winding with chains and locked with a non-existent key. Rhaenar Blackfyre had to be more than what she had been, she had to be ruthless.
Leirion was only trying to protect her, but he didn't have enough strength in him as the horse hooves echoed around her, cries echoing in the air as they circled. Dothraki.
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