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.”
“No. Winterfell belongs to House Stark. Us.” Brandon knew that Jon wasn’t throwing around a question but he still felt like it would be answered. Brandon let out a hefty sigh as Jon spoke again and he curled his fists into a tight ball. “Ruining?” He let out a mix of a scoff and a chuckle. “They have Winterfell Jon. Sansa and Arya..you. Where ever and if he is still alive, Bran’s as well. But someone has to lead. Someone has to be Lord..nay, King in the North like your brother, Robb.”
Brandon laid a hand on Jon’s shoulder, trying to get closer to the young man. “I’m your Uncle, not your enemy, Jon. I want what’s best for you all and for our House. If that means Sansa takes over, she will. I have no doubt she would make a fine Lady or Queen of this house if you won’t take up the mantle as Eddard Stark’s son, bastard or not. It’s your home too. If neither of you will than I have no choice as the original heir and lord of Winterfell…” He broke off not wanting to finish his sentence as his hand fell from Jon and he looked away wishing he wasn’t here. He wasn’t the best with children, hell he was just a few years older than Jon before he almost…as he watched his own father die. He had little to no clue how to handle this children who were grown up, their own struggles that life had thrown at them.
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