It was nothing short of a miracle. There Ned was, fully about to be executed, the crowd cheering, Sansa and Arya screaming—and then you showed up. You, with hands aflame and face glowering at Joffrey.

You had destroyed the guards, and demanded Ned’s safe release. Why, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it. He didn’t even know if you were a witch, god-touched, or a literal god.