Date: 2015-04-14 03:04 am (UTC)
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He scrubs at his face with a sigh, trying very hard not to appear weak in her presence. She's always knew him as the brave, serious, older brother, as it had been a long, long time otherwise. "I don't know why the Gods spared me." He muttered, muffed behind his hands before fixing his posture and sitting up straight.

"I've... lost my way, but having been alone enough, I think I know what I need to do." He needed to gain his strength back, and figure out how to bring them back to Westeros without the others interfering. He didn't want the iron throne, never had, but the Starks belong in Winterfell.
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