Ned had never felt more angry or helpless in his life. It was not an exaggeration to say so, for the sight of a blood-spattered Sansa weeping in the snow with her daughter in her arms was still far too vivid in his mind to allow for any other thought. He had not slept the previous night, in truth had not even tried, for his rage was on him and he ( Read more... )

There were very few times on this island when Eddard Stark had been well and truly angry ( Read more... )

After his disturbing conversation with Robb, regarding Sansa, Ned had his children quite heavily on his mind. He greatly misliked thinking of the possibility of Sansa... he could not even think it anymore without being completely revulsed. Bad enough that Sansa had been forced to wed Tyrion Lannister, but to have to bear his child was unthinkable ( Read more... )

It had taken a bit of doing, but Ned finally managed to get away from the compound and down to Summerfell. He had hoped that he would see it under more pleasant circumstances - and even in his distracted state he was impressed with what his children (and he included Jon in that, as he had never thought of Jon as anything other than his son) had ( Read more... )