



I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything.
But you didn’t slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake. You should have ripped them all out, root and stem.
Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.
“Race you to the bridge?”
“Done,” Jon said, kicking his horse forward. Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent. The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.