Winter Rose | Games of Thrones
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
[Games of Thrones | OC Fanfiction]
He had stood among the crowd when his father, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, was condemned by the boy-king Joffrey Baratheon. The order rang out from the Iron Throne with a cruelty that only youth and power unchecked could conjure. Before all of King's Landing, Osric watched steel fall and honor die, his father's life claimed by the whim of a crown too heavy for the head that bore it. From that moment, his heart hardened. Vengeance became his creed, whispered not as a fleeting desire but as an oath carved into his very bones. For when fortune smiles upon something as wretched and savage as revenge, it is no mere chance-it is the hand of the gods, guiding steel and blood alike. And so Osric swore, beneath the red sky and the roar of the crowd, that one day he would answer his father's death in kind.
"The price you pay for spitting on my blood or slandering my father's name is steep, I'll take your head clean from your shoulders. Just as I've done with this wretch here. Mock my bastardy if you dare, but remember this, snow can bury steel, and roses grow thorns sharp enough to bleed kings." -Osric Snow, The Winter Rose.
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