As soon as he hears the man speak, it seems clear to Ned. He considers the man who is so rife with Stark features, he is more clearly part of the family than even Ned. Perhaps a distant branch of it, or born on the wrong side of the blanket, but all the same. Kin.
"You're a Northman," he says thoughtfully. "Perhaps of House Stark? We have never met. But you may have known my father, Lord Rickard of Winterfell?"
The dark grey eyes are piercing in their sorrow at the name of one so recently lost to him. But of any name the man might recognize, that would be the one.
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As soon as he hears the man speak, it seems clear to Ned. He considers the man who is so rife with Stark features, he is more clearly part of the family than even Ned. Perhaps a distant branch of it, or born on the wrong side of the blanket, but all the same. Kin.
"You're a Northman," he says thoughtfully. "Perhaps of House Stark? We have never met. But you may have known my father, Lord Rickard of Winterfell?"
The dark grey eyes are piercing in their sorrow at the name of one so recently lost to him. But of any name the man might recognize, that would be the one.