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Snow. I have never seen snow before. I wonder why that is.Oh right because of that. Your probably wondering where the snow is. Westeros. Where I was born, where I am meant to rule. But that was taken from me and I was forced to hide. Lannister. The name itself brings bile up my throat. They all deserve to burn.
His laughter comes from behind me. He always carries hope with him on his sleeve.
"Look, Rhaenysh, Shnow!"
"Yes Sandor, snow."
Mother had always wanted to name him after her brother. Sandor. She said the name meant something in old royhnar but I could never remember what. Something like fierce or powerful. As we approached the docks I noticed how skinny all of the peasants were. The Lannisters must starve them. Yet another thing they shall burn for. Not today a voice whispered in my head. Revenge can wait. Your safety must come first. Always. And your brother's. BUMP!
We have arrived in King's landing.