[dated 2 Jan]
Ned had never felt more angry or helpless in his life. It was not an exaggeration to say so, for the sight of a blood-spattered Sansa weeping in the snow with her daughter in her arms was still far too vivid in his mind to allow for any other thought. He had not slept the previous night, in truth had not even tried, for his rage was on him and he would have no part of sleep.
He should never have listened to Ser Vimes' advice to leave the boy alone. It would have been worth it to take whatever consequences the people of this island would impose in exchange for the knowledge that his family would be left in peace. Gods, he hoped that Eddara was too young to remember what had happened yesterday. But Sansa was not, and Ned could not convince himself otherwise than he had completely failed to perform the most basic duty a father had to his daughter: to protect her.
Going too far from Summerfell was unthinkable, but he could not be still. Godswood, stables, the house or the grounds around it; there was no peace to be found in any of them, yet Ned did not cease his pacing, not even when his feet were numb with cold inside his boots and his hair and beard were damp with the falling snow.
[for any/either/all of the following: Catelyn, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Jon, Lyanna, Arthur. Um if you are a Stark or married to one, that's you. Tag at will, catch him anywhere you like. <3]
He should never have listened to Ser Vimes' advice to leave the boy alone. It would have been worth it to take whatever consequences the people of this island would impose in exchange for the knowledge that his family would be left in peace. Gods, he hoped that Eddara was too young to remember what had happened yesterday. But Sansa was not, and Ned could not convince himself otherwise than he had completely failed to perform the most basic duty a father had to his daughter: to protect her.
Going too far from Summerfell was unthinkable, but he could not be still. Godswood, stables, the house or the grounds around it; there was no peace to be found in any of them, yet Ned did not cease his pacing, not even when his feet were numb with cold inside his boots and his hair and beard were damp with the falling snow.
[for any/either/all of the following: Catelyn, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Jon, Lyanna, Arthur. Um if you are a Stark or married to one, that's you. Tag at will, catch him anywhere you like. <3]