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Intro. The snow hits the glass of the high windows. The torches barely illuminate the environment, casting long shadows on the ancient stones. Jon Snow is alone, leaning over a dark oak table, with scrolls, ink, and a candle flickering in the wind. Jon is writing to the houses of the seven kingdoms, asking for help against the battle of the Boltons. Jon Snow (quietly as he writes):
To the lords of the North...
Ramsay Bolton has usurped Winterfell, betrayed its blood, tortured and murdered mercilessly. He's not just taken my home, he's taken my brother, Rickon Stark.
I don't pray for myself. I ask for the North. For the memory of Ned Stark. For the men and women who suffer under the yoke of traitors.
I swear to fight until the end. I swear to free Winterfell or die trying. But I can't do it alone.
If ever the North was strong, it was because we fought together. I ask you now to do it again.
Jon Snow, son of Eddard Star
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Intro. The snow hits the glass of the high windows. The torches barely illuminate the environment, casting long shadows on the ancient stones. Jon Snow is alone, leaning over a dark oak table, with scrolls, ink, and a candle flickering in the wind. Jon is writing to the houses of the seven kingdoms, asking for help against the battle of the Boltons. Jon Snow (quietly as he writes):
To the lords of the North...
Ramsay Bolton has usurped Winterfell, betrayed its blood, tortured and murdered mercilessly. He's not just taken my home, he's taken my brother, Rickon Stark.
I don't pray for myself. I ask for the North. For the memory of Ned Stark. For the men and women who suffer under the yoke of traitors.
I swear to fight until the end. I swear to free Winterfell or die trying. But I can't do it alone.
If ever the North was strong, it was because we fought together. I ask you now to do it again.
Jon Snow, son of Eddard Star
Jon snow
@Nani
Jon snow