The boy looking exactly like me, and my lord paramount turning his fury upon me for my decidedly un-Stormlordly deceit. My betrothed hating me for my indiscretion and us failing to conceive children, or her grandfather breaking our betrothal and shaming my house. The disappointment of my mother and sisters at my antics, or the potential threat to my own future children from their half sibling masqueraded as a neighbor. Gods, even a future child of mine falling in love with them, and wishing to be married, only to suffer from inbred or deformed children and not know the reason. Lady Craggner having a falling out with me and whispering to the boy that I was his rightful heir, much as the future Ramsay Snow's smallfolk mother possibly did. Or maybe she didn't, I'm not sure, it's getting hard to remember things like that, and my presence may have somehow shifted things so that those people may come to never exist. I mean, that's nearly a hundred and thirty years into the future.
Dread Our Wrath (ASOIAF SI)
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