#hidden truths

JOHNNY MASSARO and BRUNO MONTALEONE

Meanwhile, Sara died alone and forgotten. At some point, her son discovered the truth and ended up hating both her and Cregan.

Cregan never remarried, mostly because he already had an heir. But as the years passed, Cregan became senile and started looking for his ex-wife, the only woman he ever truly loved. As his dementia got worse, Cregan kept calling her name and asking for her, but nobody around him even knew who he was talking about anymore.

Over the years, Cregan also started collecting clothes and toys for both boys and girls because, deep down, Cregan never really gave up hope that she would come back, they’d reconcile, and finally have children together, which, of course, never happened.

I think Cregan even gave those imaginary children names. Cregan would ask his heir (Sara’s son) about them, calling them by name and demanding to know where his wife was. When people told him they had no idea what he was talking about, that those people didn’t exist, Cregan would become furious and violent. In his confused state, Cregan genuinely believed his heir had done something to them, that he had somehow taken them away or even killed them.

So, in the final stage of his dementia, Cregan would constantly ask to see his children. Children that obviously never existed.

It’s kind of like Bridgerton season 1, with King George III and Queen Charlotte, that heartbreaking kind of confusion and longing, except darker and far more tragic.

https://youtu.be/cDhDC3Lc4Wg?si=d-a8QgFOKyWKvmV1

oh my god this is so much worse and more devastating than anything i could've imagined 🫪🫪 freaking genius

of course, we all know our main girl gets her best and happiest life, no matter what. born of a good house, educated, pretty, and no longer putting up with men's bullshit or family drama

but i didn't consider the bastard, sara truly might have gotten the worst end of the stick. not for anything undeserved, unfortunately

they always are forgotten, especially the women who can't make their names as knights or great advisors. instead, because of her one-night tryst with a man of a house that would refuse to accept two bastards in, she suffers the curse of a lonely and forgettable death. she has no son and no husband. just a brother, a nephew, and a house full of servants and advisors who despise her

cregan gets off easier—at first. he has hope. he has an heir and the love of his people. but as time passes, the old wolf grows and decays body and soul.

the poor bastard heir has no one in his adulthood. Just the knowledge he must take the mantle from a father that grew resentful towards him and bitter in his old age and a 'mother' that remains unknown to him to this day. he is a disgrace to the powerful stark name. the sole choice for heir because of cregan's decision and the one the council advising the wolf of the north would never have chosen if there had been the option of a trueborn son.

cregan's one and final consolidation (condemnation) is seeing her in the last years of his life. still the lord of house stark til his death, he attends all necessary meetings in the north. unknown to him that his ex wife landed herself in a place like the crownlands, riverlands, or stormlands he finally sees her one day in a meeting amongst every great house of westeros.

she's as beautiful as the day he lost her

old age suits her well. smile lines grace her wrinkled face and the sun has clearly kissed her many a time in her lifetime. she holds the arm of a man their same age, who smiles so gently and feverently down at her that it makes the wolf sick with grief. older children surround the two of them, doting on their parents with admiration and love as they pull out seats for them.

he has nothing to live for besides his regret and shame, and his bastard nephew can only look on at his father's first signs of cognitive awareness in months. he meets the eyes of the lady, who's face falls for only a moment at the sight of the boy and his father.

the moment passes as quickly as it happened. she smiles once more, waving her hand in a polite and genial greeting to him and only him.

an apology, or an acknowledgment. for the life he has been forced to lead. one he does not understand or piece together. the boy smiles stiffly back, nodding firmly and sitting his father down like dead weight as the meeting commences.

she has won the game. and he isn't even a piece within it anymore.

Amity getting married to her beautiful titan wife

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Julius Cesar, his existence is only confirmed by 10 official and reliable manuscripts. Not even from his time. In fact 900 years after

Yet Christ, the gospels alone, are 24,000. 5,800 of Greek alone. Why’s that important. Cross referencing! Ie accuracy. And only 30+ years after he ascended.

If one were to make the argument of “he didn’t write anything himself!”

then look no further than Socrates who didn’t write anything, his existence solely predicated by 50 manuscripts from his students.