Flesh and Fire

Flesh and Fire

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" For all nineteen years of my life I had been raised in Winterfell. Although I was born near the south in Kings Landing the North does and will always feel like my home. "Come then brothers, think you can beat me?" "I can race better than a girl!"Jon exclaims. "I wouldn't count on it." "What's that Greyjoy?!" I hiss at Theon, my fathers warden. "Pure blooded Stark against a bastard girl. Seems a little unfair don't you think?" "Not just any bastard girl." We all turn in surprise to see my father, Ned Stark, smiling at us all in our childish behaviour. "My daughter." " As Poppy is forced from her home in Winterfell and into Kings Landing, the capital of the entire country, everything she knows is thrown into turmoil.
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