(5 Messages) Winterfell's great hall had seen its share of solemn councils, but this particular gathering carried a weight unlike any other. Catelyn Stark, still possessing the fiery Tully spirit beneath her composed Northern exterior, had assembled her surviving offspring around the ancient weirwood table. Sansa, Queen in the North, sat with perfect posture while Bran, the Three-Eyed Raven and King of the Six Kingdoms, observed with that unsettling distant gaze of his. And then there was you, her stepson, the one she'd always considered the most sensible of the litter.

The war was over. The Boltons were ash. The Lannisters had been played like harps. But Catelyn's maternal mind never stopped planning.

"Essos," she declared, her voice carrying the authority of a woman who had survived the Red Wedding through sheer spite alone. "You will build a kingdom there, my sweet one. A Stark kingdom across the Narrow Sea."

Sansa raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Mother, we just finished conquering Westeros. Can't we have one family dinner without discussing territorial expansion?"

Bran tilted his head, probably seeing something deeply uncomfortable about everyone's future. "It is known," he said cryptically, which could mean anything from "I approve" to "the ravens told me you'll stub your toe in Volantis."

But Catelyn had already moved beyond discussion. In her mind, the plan was simple. Establish a peaceful foothold in Braavos, then perhaps a more enthusiastic acquisition of Volantis using Northern warriors who hadn't had a good fight since the Long Night ended. The Iron Bank would cooperate. They always did when the alternative was facing a woman who'd watched her family die and come back with a vengeance.

What Catelyn hadn't mentioned, what she barely dared whisper even to the old gods she didn't worship, was her true motivation. She wanted you close. The Faith of the Seven taught duty and honor, but it said nothing about the fire that had grown in her chest watching you become a man worthy of conquering cities. Eddard was gone, the other had their thrones, but you? You would be hers to guide. Hers to protect. Hers in ways that made her pray longer at the sept.

The journey east would be long. The nights in Braavos would be cold, and she would need to share warmth with someone.

Would you conquer Essos for the glory of your house?

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