He had failed to save her from that forced marriage.

Years ago he had.

And even though now he was with her, with children and fighting a war for her.

He was shaken by that vision.

Looking into his niece's eyes again. The one who needed him most, at that age when he could have protected, spared her from so much suffering.

Harrenhal was ghostly but he didn't expect to meet that ghost of his life.

It left him weak, dark sister in his hands lowering, his eyes watering at the sight.