Winter Is Coming with Fire and Blood

Artist: @nurabelmax (bluesky/twitter/instagram)

When  Jon  had  been  a  boy  at  Winterfell,  his  hero  had  been  THE  YOUNG  DRAGON,  the  boy  king  who  had  conquered  Dorne  at  the  age  of  fourteen.  Despite  his  bastard  birth,  or  perhaps  because  of  it,  Jon  Snow  had  dreamed  of  leading  men  to  glory  just  as  King  Daeron  had,  of  growing  up  to  be  a  conqueror.    -  ADWD

After reuniting with her mother and putting her to rest, Arya claims her brother’s crown and heads North, leading her mother’s people through the Riverlands to Winterfell.

Jon had their father’s face, as she did. They were the only ones.

“I’ve been all over the world, my boy, and everywhere I go people tell me about the true God. They all think they’ve found the right one!”

“I’m a girl,” Arya said, exasperated.

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. “Fire and Blood,” Daenerys told the swaying grass

“but you are also a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words.” “Winter is coming,” Arya whispered.

Artist: Art_Of_Firefly (twitter/instagram)