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Jon scowls again, he doesn’t like the idea of his sister having to marry into someone else’s house -or the possibility of that house having control of Winterfell “Then Winterfell will go to her husband.” He mutters. “And we can’t have that can we?” It’s not really a question, he knows they can’t have that. 

“I know what Lady Brienne said.” Jon sighs. “I’ve been trying not to get my hopes up she saw her several years ago now at this point. That could’ve changed.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m doing my best but unless there’s a legitimization I have no control over winterfell and I won’t attempt to take it. If you’re that insistent about  – about ruining my brothers and sister’s chances at their rightful home at least do it right.” 

Brandon was about to lose his temper with his nephew. “Winterfell will go to me before I let her husband take it.” Brandon snarled, pulling out his dagger and started to chip away at a nearby stick to get his frustration out. “Bran doesn’t seem he wants Lordship, which leads Sansa to lead House Stark for now.” He grumbled grumpily.

“I’m not that insistent on it but we need to start thinking ahead for your brothers and sister’s chances of this House surviving after all the shit it’s been through. Look, i’m not exactly adjusted to all of this either. I, the heir to my Lord father’s house, almost die, than exiled to Essos only to hear the news of my House and come back with no siblings and at least one dead nephew. I’m still trying to figure out my place in my home. You know the people, if they really wanted to, could name you King In The North as your brother once was and Sansa as Lady and you could co-rule together, King Snow and Lady…Princess Stark.”