Not a day goes by that I don’t feel this burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
Character: Brandon Stark
Character: Lyanna Stark
The smells and sounds of the tourney was distracting me, causing me to stick myself with the blasted needle again. I was bad enough at it, but this was torture. Brandon, a lad of eight and ten, was pacing nervously. “Brandon, pacing will not make your lance arm stronger,” I jested.
Character: Lyanna Stark
The brisk morning air stung my face as I raced my horse away from the castle. My horses strong, lean legs reached as far as they could, and I urged him faster away from Winterfell. He scrambled over the rocks, his shod feet ringing a melodic tune. I ducked under the branches, one scratching my face. I didn’t care. I needed a quiet place, and one that was far from home.
I finally put it all together,
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time
Characters: Jeyne Westerling
Warning: Spoilers ahead (Feast for Crows and A Storm of Swords)

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