Nerd In the North 6-28

Nerd In the North III Greg knelt there in the snow, shaking, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that had nothing to do with the cold. The sword hung limp in his hand, the blade still stained with the blood of the men he had just… He knew he couldn’t stay there, on his…

Jon Snow woke with the weight still on his chest, accompanied with the same silence that stayed too long after dreams. Violet eyes drifted to his feet, the fire down to coals and scant embers. The shelter he’d built—bent branches, hide stretched tight, with packed snow at the edges—had done a great deal in keeping…

The parley had died in the throat of the morning, Renly Baratheon sending word to the approaching armies of his elder brother. What word he sent, she did not know. Even still, from the sight of Stannis’s forces, it was nothing good and certainly nothing kind.  Early dawn bled a pale gold across the Reach,…

Riverrun wept freely, the old castle stone damp and slick with nights of heavy rains and days of thicker fog. Eyes long dry and with no more tears to give, Rickard Karstark sat with his back pressed hard against the rock, dungeon walls bleeding wet down his spine. Long legs stretched out into the darkness…

III-23: Robb Stark The wind howled beyond the walls of Winterfell, a restless beast prowling the night. Inside his solar, Robb Stark paced, the rhythm of his boots striking the stone floor echoing softly in the chamber. The cold crept in through the thick walls, biting at his skin despite the fire roaring in the…