Three Eyed Theorist
What If The Stark Direwolves Were As Large As Dragons?
Ned Stark wipes the blood from Ice, listening to the faint squeak of the rag against the Valyrian Steel, taking some solace in the rhythm it forms. The sound proves capable of helping him take his mind off the difficulties asked of him today. He never takes pleasure in killing, not even on the battlefield, and executions are even worse. Though he understands it must be done, and that the deserter had broken the law, he cannot help but pity the poor man. As the blade is cleaned, Ned notices the f
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