Died so soon...

Like a dandelion that was blown by the wind away from him, into the stranger's arms.

There was always a part of him with the idea of his sister.

She was his little dragon, the little sister he couldn't see grow up, taken by the shivers.

And then at Harrenhal beyond the visions that haunted him, he saw her ghost.

Now he couldn't let her go, captive in the tower.

He had already lost her once and even though she was not alive, the idea of her leaving him now was inconceivable.