Chapter 90 - The Ruins of the Dreadfort (III)
"Don't be afraid of falling, be afraid of staying down and not getting up, because it means you've lost all your courage to go on." Princess Regent, Alyssane I Targaryen, the Supreme Truth of the Imperium of Mankind.
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Inside Winterfell Castle, in the Great Hall.
"So that's little Rickon." Aenar spoke, looking at the baby with a gentle gaze. He then looked at Eddard Stark with admiration; it wasn't every man or woman who could bear seven children.
Eddard couldn't help but feel a little proud to see all his children finally reunited. The thing he was most proud of was his family. Anything else was irrelevant in front of him. It showed that Eddard had never been taught to rule.
Brandon Stark, Eddard's brother, would never think like that and would always put House Stark above all else, just as all the Lords and Kings of Winter had been taught for over eight thousand years.
"Jon, let's train! I've gotten much better than before." Arya commented, circling Aenar with a happy look full of excitement.
"Arya, my name is Aenar." Aenar looked at Arya and corrected the girl with a soft tone. Jon Snow was a child, and Aenar was the man born to rule. They were both him, but he could never be Jon Snow again. Not because he didn't want to be, but because the world forced him to be.
The smile on Arya's face stiffened when she heard his words. She wanted to make a joke, but when she saw his purple eyes staring at her seriously, she knew he meant it. It saddened her; she felt like her brother had been taken away from her.
"We'll train another time. I have to talk to Lord Stark and Robb." Although he knew Arya's thoughts, Aenar said nothing to console her. The sooner she understood that he wasn't Jon Snow, the quicker she would adapt to this new reality.
"Brother!" Robb hugged Aenar tightly, and they both laughed.