They are gone, like dried leaves on Winter’s cruel wind…
Well do I recall the morn Ned and the girls left, dreaming of the adventures ahead. And where are they now? Ned gone forever (save for that grisly box), and the fate of my girls still unknown. I pray to the Seven that Lady Brienne of Tarth can find them, and exchange the Kingslayer as ransom!
And what of our home? Winterfell now burned and looted by the faithless Theon Greyjoy, and Bran and Rickon missing – I pray, not dead! Only Robb is left to me now, and he cannot forgive me for dispatching Lady Brienne with his prisoner…
*My good brother Edmure visited my solitary chamber and asked what could he bring to ease my despair? “Send for wool” I said, “so I can make cloaks for the girls! If I have no occupation I shall soon run mad!” So he dispatched a dozen ravens to the Southlands of Malabrigo in quest of the precious Merino. But “Dark Wings,