[ it speaks highly of him, the humility that mingles with respect in his voice — she knows too many rulers who would not listen to criticism, who would do only what they wished and heed no advice... nor learn from their mistakes. ]

That your world may no longer exist... it doesn't make who you are now any less real.

[ even though Winterfell is gone... she is still Lady Stark, the Lady of Winterfell. she is still a wolf. she falls silent to listen to Edmund's explanation, wondering briefly who this Aslan is that he speaks of, for who could be spoken of with such respect by someone who is already a king?

but the last remark gets a small laugh from her. ] Do people really think that? [ she sighs, even as a smile lingers on her lips. ] It used to be a practice for some great houses, back in Westeros, to marry close kin... but never in the North.

[ she pauses. ] Was it a requirement? For all of you to remain unmarried? Would you not have children to carry on your name and legacy?