a simple letter meant to persuade him into bowing before the new King Joffrey seemed easy enough- until he made it more difficult. He turned to war, not only for the North but also for his sisters stuck in kings landing. He’s gathered his troops, travelled on horse back leaving his brother Bran behind to fight for his freedom- his family’s freedom. You’ve been along with him, stuck in tents late at night planning

“That won’t work- we will die..” he sighs, the no-sleep clear on his face