Bran Stark

So, you know, you can extend that.

You need a Bran Stark in order to do that.

Okay, so that's Cersei, that's the White Walkers.

But then I thought, okay, who's the Daenerys Targaryen in this situation? The potential prince who was promised the, you know, was, you know, previous royalty is looking to come and retake Westeros, conquer Cersei, rule over and bring, you know, back spring to where winter has come.

John begins interrogating the man.

Why? What happened to the Lord here? Bran Stark?

Dead.

All the Starks.

Jon responds to the blatant display of dishonor by sinking Longclaw into Ramsay's heart.

Theon is brought before Robb in the hall of the Dreadfort, partially flayed and dismembered.

Theon confesses that he didn't actually kill Bran and Rickon, that the boys had escaped further north.

However, the confession doesn't stave Robb's sword, which finds Theon's neck minutes later.

10.

Brandon Stark is the father of a Sharadaen's baby.

In the books, Ashara Dayne appears to have slept with someone at the tourney at Harrenhal, which led to her becoming pregnant, then losing that child.

Or perhaps that child being hers with Ned and being Jon Snow.

At least, that's what Cersei suggests to Ned.

Basically, no one in-world really knows, but it feels like an important detail given the characters involved.

Here, it is very clear the child is Brandon Stark's.

They have a short-lived affair at the tourney, and she loses the child, seemingly in trauma, as Brandon dies horribly at the hand of the Mad King, which makes the whole thing no less tragic, but less plot-critical, perhaps.

They all ride to Winterfell to find that Robb has been left in charge, since their father has been named Hand.

Bran has been crippled by a fall, Lady Catelyn has gone south to investigate the cat's paw and his dagger, and there's a group of direwolves in the Godswood, including an albino one that Bran had saved for Jon.

As they tell all their stories of their travels, Bran and Rickon listen with open mouths, while Robb just stares.

Once it's all finished, Robb rubs his eyes.

Well, John,

No, we're going to send him north of the Wall.

And you're like, what? Oh, Bran's the king.

And you're like, no.

Yeah, it's

I think as I move closer to writing fantasy, I've read a lot of fantasy.

Probably fantasy is my favourite genre to read, although I haven't really read it much recently.

I've read loads of Brandon Sanderson.

You mentioned Mistborn.

Those wolves follow young women home, and it is the gentle wolves who are the most dangerous of all.

Just ask Jon Snow or Bran Stark.

That's right.

They know a bit about wolves.