[Gods, he could stare at her forever... her blue eyes, her lovely face. Part of him wishes that he could take her back to Winterfell in truth, make her a queen... but that is a fool's dream, he knows. Not only because of the difference in their ages, because she is foreign and could not give him a son now, something that matters very little in this world but would matter much in the North, but because it is selfish to want to take anyone back there with him. All that might wait there is death. He does not like to think of Claire as a wight, but already, it haunts him at night, wakes him in a sweat.
Still, when he smiles at her now, it isn't the smile that many in Thorne see, the sad one that hardly reaches his eyes. It's warm and soft and true.]
I'll show you the parts I can, then. There are older places that I don't think many people have seen in a long time -- parts of the crypts we children never went to. Crumbling in on themselves. Or the First Keep, that my brother fell from -- I don't know much of what it's like in there.
[Something strikes him then.]
Harvest. We had a harvest feast at Winterfell. My father's bannermen would come -- a chance to meet with their lord, if they had need of it. They could discuss matters of import.
A wolf-man isn't a centaur. Is this when they came together? Might have been in joy, might have been in council. There's nothing to say it couldn't have been a bit of both. [He tips his head and looks at the cup again.] To find out about this, you need to find out about the centaurs, and what became of them. One of the men has a bow. Did they fight? Other than that, this doesn't seem to show a war.
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Still, when he smiles at her now, it isn't the smile that many in Thorne see, the sad one that hardly reaches his eyes. It's warm and soft and true.]
I'll show you the parts I can, then. There are older places that I don't think many people have seen in a long time -- parts of the crypts we children never went to. Crumbling in on themselves. Or the First Keep, that my brother fell from -- I don't know much of what it's like in there.
[Something strikes him then.]
Harvest. We had a harvest feast at Winterfell. My father's bannermen would come -- a chance to meet with their lord, if they had need of it. They could discuss matters of import.
A wolf-man isn't a centaur. Is this when they came together? Might have been in joy, might have been in council. There's nothing to say it couldn't have been a bit of both. [He tips his head and looks at the cup again.] To find out about this, you need to find out about the centaurs, and what became of them. One of the men has a bow. Did they fight? Other than that, this doesn't seem to show a war.