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how about we do that thing where you give me a show/movie/fandom and I’ll tell you:

ASK MY MUSES ABOUT THINGS THEY DID IN CANON

She merely nodded her head, her thoughts drifting to that of the Lannisters. Her Father had made the suggestion that an allegiance with the Baratheons and Lannisters would be best, to marry King Joffrey Baratheon. It had been mere luck that she had talked her Father out of it, that Robb Stark would be the better bet. The more she spoke with him, the more she felt he could win this war. With the Tyrells there by his side, the Lannisters would surely quake in their boots for once in their lives.

"She is wise, aye. But a mother still, she frets over me as though I am some child. It does not good for the men -seeing their King doted on by his mother, half think me a boy already." Father. Even now the memory cut him like a blade, of the news that had shattered the world Robb was accustomed to and thrust him into a new and unfamiliar life -one where he was King. How would things have been had Lord Eddard lived? Would Robb still feel this daunting sense of solitude? He was the King in the North, Lord Stark -his siblings but children. He alone could bare the burden of this war -leadership was his duty alone. Still, the young wolf would not be crushed by the weight of responsibility, he would win -and then there would be vengeance for father.

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