She placed her hand on Sansa's shoulder, trying to calm her, to stop the vile words at their source. A burning rage built inside of her, hateful and vicious. It would be simple to blame the girl, as it seemed to be the only explanation provided. Ned was dead, she was the source, ergo she was to blame. Black and white, beginning and end.
But this girl was not to blame. She was a child, nothing more than that. She was no schemer, no wicked bitch. Only a girl who made a mistake, just as Lyanna had done.
"It's not your fault." Lyanna whispered, as tears gathered in her eyes. Ned, her brother, her friend. The man she idolized and adored, trusted above any other. He was killed, executed because of a damnable lie. He was no traitor! He was good and honorable! He would rather be condemned to the seven hells before allowing a man to break that honor.
"It must be mine." She said softly, wiping at her cheeks. "I am at fault for Brandon and my father's death. Had they lived...perhaps your father would have too. I do not know this King Joffery. Was he another of the mad King's sons? Did he have another?" That seemed unlikely. Rhaegar was next in line.
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But this girl was not to blame. She was a child, nothing more than that. She was no schemer, no wicked bitch. Only a girl who made a mistake, just as Lyanna had done.
"It's not your fault." Lyanna whispered, as tears gathered in her eyes. Ned, her brother, her friend. The man she idolized and adored, trusted above any other. He was killed, executed because of a damnable lie. He was no traitor! He was good and honorable! He would rather be condemned to the seven hells before allowing a man to break that honor.
"It must be mine." She said softly, wiping at her cheeks. "I am at fault for Brandon and my father's death. Had they lived...perhaps your father would have too. I do not know this King Joffery. Was he another of the mad King's sons? Did he have another?" That seemed unlikely. Rhaegar was next in line.