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Reading A Storm of Swords

And then the years were gone, and he was back at Winterfell once more, wearing a quilted leather coat in place of mail and plate. His sword was made of wood, and it was Robb who stood facing him, not Iron Emmet.

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see.

WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME, GEORGE R. R. MARTIN

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.”

Gosh, this… Why do I feel like crying…

That morning he called it first. “I’m Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”

Reading A Storm of Swords

“I need more than a sword from you.”

Jon was lost. “My lord?”

“I need the north.”

The north… “I… my brother Robb was King in the North…”

OMG!!! What are you saying, Stannis???

“Your brother was the rightful Lord of Winterfell. If he had stayed home and done his duty, instead of crowning himself and riding off to conquer the riverlands, he might be alive today.”

First, SHUT UP ABOUT ROBB!!! YOU KNOW NOTHING, STANNIS BARATHEON! HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE KING! HE WANTED TO RESCUE HIS FATHER AND HIS SISTERS! HE WANTED TO MAKE PEACE WITH YOU ONCE HE GET HIS SISTERS BACK! BUT HE… THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN… SO SHUT UP!

Second, HOW DID JON KNOW THAT ROBB IS DEAD? His dreams?

“What is needed is a Lord of Winterfell. A loyal Lord of Winterfell.”

He is looking at me, Jon thought, stunned.

“I need a son of Eddard Stark to win them to my banner.”

He would make me Lord of Winterfell. “Your Grace,” he said, “you forget. I am a Snow, not a Stark.”

Melisandre put a warm hand on Jon’s arm. “A king can remove the taint of bastardy with a stroke, Lord Snow.”

Melisandre is sooooo flirting with Jon Snow! She can’t keep her hands off him…

“Burn these weirwoods, and accept Winterfell as a gift of the Lord of Light.”

And that right there is the problem. Jon would’ve accepted… IF SHE’S NOT FORCING HER BELIEFS DOWN OTHER PEOPLE’S THROATS.

I loved Robb, loved all of them… I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there’s only me.

Snow and Stark

His father had always said that in battle a captain’s lungs were as important as his sword arm. “It does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard,” Lord Eddard told his sons, so Robb and he used to climb the towers of Winterfell to shout at each other across the yard.

- A Storm of Swords, page 743

I love these little flashbacks of Robb and Jon’s childhood…