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          Kalia’s eyes watched the pages intently as the tale of dragons came  to life. Sitting by the side of Jon Snow, she patiently awaited her turn to read  part of the story with a sense of excitement and intrigue bubbling away inside  of her. Winterfell’s library held hundreds of books in a wide variety, some even  written in High Valyrian, but the ones which included dragons always peeked  her interest the most. When came her turn to read she paused for a moment,  humming quietly in thought before presenting her reading companion with  the same question she had just silently asked herself.

               “Do you think the dragons will ever return?         …Do you think you’d be able to ride one if they did?”

       There was a part of him that enjoyed these tales the most. The library was full of books and ledgers, old maps and family histories, but nothing could hold his interest like knights and the dragons which only existed in these books now. It was a sad thought to know he would never see one with his own eyes. They sounded fearsome and beautiful, but perhaps it was more of a blessing with the type of destruction they knowingly wrought.         “I don’t know.” At least, it was an honest answer. Was there really a way for them to come back when the last of their kind ceased to exist? He closed his eyes a moment, tried to imagine climbing a scaled back and holding on. “I’d like to ride one, but would it let me? Can they be as easily broken as horses?”  

“Gently Aiyma. Main landers aren’t expecting your brand of fun.” Aiyma had gotten away from Alysane when she came to Winterfell, the child finding a group of servant children and started playing rough with them. It was understandable, at this age none of them realized that there was a supposed difference in their rank.  There was another standing watching the children and Alysane smiled to her.

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Catelyn had not protested when they had dragged her from the cells, when she had exchanged hands like a piece of meat, between Frey and Lannister. What did she care into whose hands she fell when all she loved was lost? She was dimly aware of her own fits of madness, as grief consumed her and she would scream out and tear at her own skin until someone seized her and put a stop to her actions. Those moments had lessened, she knew, but still they came, and the grief never left.

She learned, on her journey, that the world had thought her slaughtered beside her son at her brother’s wedding, and the Lannisters now intended the revelation of her capture to help them hold a stronger defence against any who would dare rebel again. But was it truly rebellion when those who sat the throne had no right to it?

She was given a tower cell, one which held more comforts than the dungeons of the Twins, and she wondered why the lions would dare offer her what her position was due when they so freely permitted the violation of guest right to meet their ends? Nevertheless when an offer of a bath was made, she did not refuse it, if only for it would ease the arrow wound in her back, but as the servants came in and out of the room, there was one girl whom she recognised, a vision which pierced her grief-stricken madness.

“Kalia?”

“Unfortunately, many times. I’ve got a quick temper, I think it comes from my Father. If you hurt my family, or people I love, you’ve probably been one of the people that I have considered it for. 

If I were to name someone, that I picture most, its most likely Tywin Lannister. He’s the reason my parents are dead, why my aunt is married to that monster the Mountain, why my brother was sent to the Wall, and why I’ve lived the life that I have.