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Eddard (Ned) Stark
18 July 2030 @ 02:13 pm
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Eddard (Ned) Stark
09 March 2012 @ 02:23 pm
A dungeon loses its appeal quickly.
 
 
Current Location: King's Landing
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
Eddard (Ned) Stark
24 July 2011 @ 12:49 pm
[OOC: I know that my Ned has technically been in King's Landing for a few days, but I wanted to have a post where people could actually respond, so I'm back-dating this a bit to his last day in Winterfell].

It is his last day in his home, and Ned is restless. After having packed much of his things, he orders members of his household to take care of the few remaining items: some articles of clothing, ink and parchment and quills for writing letters, things of the like. He needs to take a walk to clear his head and calm his nerves.

He meanders about the grounds of his keep. Faces of passersby all nod and greet him, bidding him good luck and gods' blessings on his journey to the south. He acknowledges each and everyone one of them, noting that he may not see them again for many winters.

The air is particularly cold this day, and Ned is grateful for it. He inhales deeply, letting the frostbitten air circulate through his entire body, as though he means to keep what it can for when he finds himself in the blistering weather of King's Landing. Perhaps it will keep him cool when things get heated.

After walking about the castle, he finds himself staring at the face carved in the trunk of the Weirwood. Its red sap trickles down, filling every crevice and nook, and in that moment, he can understand the crying face of the old gods. He sits underneath it, sighing, his hands interlaced and wringing themselves dry. How could he ever have accepted this position? How could he have ever thought that he could leave his home and his family? Yes, he of course wanted to know the truth about Jon Arryn, but surely there must be another way.

He sighs a second time, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, wondering what in the gods' name he has done.

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Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
 
Eddard (Ned) Stark
20 July 2011 @ 11:40 am
Unsuited for warmth of the South.
 
 
Current Location: King's Landing
Current Mood: crankycranky
 
 
 
Eddard (Ned) Stark
19 July 2011 @ 10:27 am
It is an honor not meant for me, this Hand of the King.
 
 
Current Location: Winterfell
Current Mood: gloomygloomy
 
 
Eddard (Ned) Stark
18 July 2011 @ 02:07 pm
Gods. He really has gotten fat.
 
 
Current Location: Winterfell
Current Mood: amusedamused