A NEW HOME → BRAN STARK

SUMMARY

ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

[ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴛɪʟʟ 

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ

- ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱᴘᴇᴀʀᴇ ]

In the True North, there lies a danger that plagues all of its inhabitants. A plague that would leave no survivors. 

Driysa heard the cries of her fallen brethren along with the clash of ice against metal and knew all the stories she once deemed folktale to be true and advancing towards her with greater might than all the seven kingdoms beyond the wall combined. She could also hear the rallying chants of those who took up arms with the King in the North and knew that her survival fell upon joining their ranks. 

Bran Stark heard the cries of the three-eyed raven calling to him from beyond the wall and knew the stories Old Nan told by candlelight were emerging from a deep slumber. His survival, and that of all seven kingdoms, seemed to rely on him finding the mystic bird. 

Fate was not something that would cast its eye on a young free folk girl and a cripple, but in such troubling times, even the most unlikely was much more common than one may think. 

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨...

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐬𝐚

ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ 

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

ᴋɪɴɢ

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