



“Listen to Maester Luwin’s counsel, and take care of Rickon. Tell him that I’ll be back as soon as the fighting is done.”
Rickon had refused to come down. He was up in his chamber, red-eyed and defiant. “No!” he’d screamed when Bran had asked if he didn’t want to say farewell to Robb. “NO farewell!”
“I told him,” Bran said. “He says no one ever comes back.”Stark siblings thinking about each other - Jon, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon
a song of ice and fire meme ★ [1/10] pov characters = jon snow
jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. if he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. he was no true stark, had never been one … but he could die like one. let them say that eddard stark had fathered four sons, not three.
He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
‘‘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.’‘
Robb, Bran, Sansa and Jon with their matching double direwolf insignia (requested by @raeraet).
#a family that wears matching outfits together, slays together