"That was why I thought I could have whatever I wished." She was a selfish person at heart, one who made a number of mistakes. The things she did and the consequences would always be engraved on her heart. The weight of it all present, bearing her down as honor and nobility had weighed down Ned. She was as much stone as he had been, the two of them one and the same now, haunted by their choices. "This is a punishment you cannot take for me, Ned. I have to pay the price for all the men that died in my name. I wish you hadn't spared me from their hatred. Better that they think me as evil and heartless as Rhaegar than for him to shoulder the blame. I had a part as well."
They were wolf cubs, part of a pack and reared to be a family, but her twin soul had always been Ned. Disappointing him had always been worse than upsetting their father. She knew how to avoid his reprimand, but the thought of Ned hearing of her mistakes or poor decisions was the only jolt of fear she felt in her life. Until the moment of her death. Her only relief was to have him by her side, holding her hand as she faced the Stranger and what lay beyond.
"I'm the reason Brandon and father died." She whispered, pressing her face against his chest, tears scattering along the fabric of his blanket. "I never wrote you, I never wrote anyone about what happened. By the time we reached Dorne and were in the Tower, we were told that Brandon and father...it was too late."
She shook her head fiercely, "You could protect me from everything but myself. I didn't have anymore strength, you were the last of it, you were the last of my courage as well. You were with me. All I wanted was to see you again one last time."
Listening to "The Tower" from S6 soundtrack and writing this is so much worse.
They were wolf cubs, part of a pack and reared to be a family, but her twin soul had always been Ned. Disappointing him had always been worse than upsetting their father. She knew how to avoid his reprimand, but the thought of Ned hearing of her mistakes or poor decisions was the only jolt of fear she felt in her life. Until the moment of her death. Her only relief was to have him by her side, holding her hand as she faced the Stranger and what lay beyond.
"I'm the reason Brandon and father died." She whispered, pressing her face against his chest, tears scattering along the fabric of his blanket. "I never wrote you, I never wrote anyone about what happened. By the time we reached Dorne and were in the Tower, we were told that Brandon and father...it was too late."
She shook her head fiercely, "You could protect me from everything but myself. I didn't have anymore strength, you were the last of it, you were the last of my courage as well. You were with me. All I wanted was to see you again one last time."