Olivia Grace

“When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’” “When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’” “When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’” “When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’” “When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’” “When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’”

“When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’”

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