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Lyanna week 2026 Day Four ¦ Wolf Blood ¦

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The Godswood held its silence... but fate did not.
Sansa, at the Godswood
By me 😋
As time would have it: winter is coming. So lord Stark is kneeling beneath the great weirwood tree at Winterfell's godswood ❄️
Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully in godswood (282 AC)
NedCat wedding for @salialenart dtiys challenge.

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“The Children of the Forest are thought to have carved the faces that decorated the heart trees”
There is truly something enchanting,something that draws me to the weirwood trees, something that makes it feel so special and important to me like it’s calling me home ....the godswoods is where I belong I can feel it in my heart even if I can’t truly explain,how and why.
If you can’t find me, look there.. Even if it’s just my soul.
Guys believe me I hear their whispers.(in my Maekar ,Bloodraven and unfortunately bran era).
68_Choque de reyes_Bran V
—No llegamos a irnos —explicó Bran—. Fuimos hasta el lindero, y después volvimos sobre nuestros pasos. Mandé a los lobos para abrir un sendero, pero nos escondimos en la tumba de mi padre.
—Las criptas —gorgoteó Luwin, con una espuma sanguinolenta en los labios. Cuando el maestre intentó moverse, emitió un grito agudo de dolor.
Las lágrimas nublaron los ojos de Bran. Cuando un hombre resultaba herido, el maestre se ocupaba de él, pero ¿qué hacer cuando el maestre estaba herido?
—Tenemos que hacer una litera para llevarlo —dijo Osha.
—No tiene sentido —dijo Luwin—. Me estoy muriendo, mujer.
—¡No puedes! —dijo Rickon, airado—. ¡Tú no puedes!
A su lado, Peludo enseñó los dientes y gruñó.
—Tranquilo, niño —dijo el maestre con una sonrisa—, soy mucho más viejo que tú. Puedo... morirme cuando desee.
—Hodor, baja —ordenó Bran, y Hodor se arrodilló junto al maestre.
—Escucha —le dijo Luwin a Osha—, los príncipes... los herederos de Robb. No... no juntos... ¿me entiendes?
—Sí. —La mujer salvaje se apoyó en su lanza—. Separados estarán más seguros.