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THE years have been cruel since the moment she had been ripped from sansa’s arms in king’s landing so long ago.  each step of the way a step down the wrong path, and she, obedient through each disservice done to her, had reaped no benefits.  her large, dark eyes are empty; the once easy and bright smile a tremble on her lips.  she keeps her cloak tightly donned, her steps small and light; tentative.

“I should not be here.”

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JEYNE has donned her loveliest of dresses for her name day.  her cheeks are red with warmth and the attention she has received; another year closer to the rest of her life.  she broke her fast with her father, and he gave her something that had once belonged to her mother, as was customary from him to her each year just grew just a bit older.

AND then she went about her lessons, and giggled with sansa over silly things.  they ran together from arya about the yard, giggling and holding hands and going as quickly as their legs would take them until they found themselves laughing breathlessly on opposite ends of sansa’s bed.

THOUGH it is not as it was, they had spent the night in hushed whispers, and sometimes a slip of soft laughter that feels reminiscent of something that once was ( a hollow ghost of what could have been, if they could allow themselves to revel in the past ).  but the past is but a shadow of silvery memory, and there is only forward now.  they MUST go forward  

JEYNE held tight to sansa’s hand like a crutch, as if letting go of her fingers would cause her to slip.  she will not slip in that way.  not in the firelight, flames flickering soft shadows against their faces.  it is the hour of the wolf and jeyne feels safe.

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( @northwept​ wrote ||: ❝ why are you here ? ❞ o.o )

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SHE FELT AS THOUGH HER HEART MIGHT BURST,  hearing those words from her niece.  ever since she boarded the ship to essos,  lyanna wondered if she would ever be welcomed home again.  her girlhood had been marred by a foolish mistake paid for by a thousand lives,  that of her own family included.  the realm bled because of one willful northern girl,  and the north suffered loses beyond her wildest imaginings.  it’s a wonder the land hadn’t cursed her,  and neither did the people.  it’s a miracle she did not have to go on her knees to explain herself so that she could be forgiven.  

“sansa,”  lyanna whispered,  enveloping her niece in a hug and pressing a kiss on her beautiful copper crown.  she looked like the lady catelyn when her sister-in-law was younger,  but there was a lot of ned in her,  too.  a lot of quiet bravery and bone-deep honor.  she could see the north alive and thriving in her fierce tully looks,  and an instinctive protective love howled inside her chest.  “it is so good to see you,”  alive and well,  despite the horrors she had gone through.  the war will be waged against the boltons,  her son would see to that,  and then the lannisters would never be able to claim as the only house whose bloody debts were paid.

❛  𝑨 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀'𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑶𝑹 𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑺𝒀 .

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