Sweet Dreams
by Silvia Cordedda

by Silvia Cordedda

(Источник: itsdouchebag)

(Источник: ttrevorphilips)

(Источник: nevillles)

Harry, Ron and Hermione

Harry, Ron and Hermione

Nymeria

Nymeria

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.
 “Can’t you hear it?”
 Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.
 “There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.
 “He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.
 “Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.
 “An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”
 Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.

 “Can’t you hear it?”

 Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

 “There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

 “He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.

 “Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.

 “An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”

 Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

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