Waking up in the body of Eddard Stark, you could only want to go back to sleep and never wake up again. I was only about thirty years old, and here I am, preparing for the long Winter and delving into the affairs of Lord Winterfell. The Wall is empty, the future is extremely rosy, and even my wife turned out to be, to put it mildly, weird. And it is difficult to influence older children and a tiny bit late, but I'll still try to save them and get rid of the nonsense in their heads. But the king and queen are going to arrive soon, and I'd really like to decide how to deal with them.
This is a translation of my old fanfiction, so bear with me and correct my mistakes if you notice something.
NOT TELLING THE SHIPS
It would be a surprise.
This is a translation of my old fanfiction, so bear with me and correct my mistakes if you notice something.
NOT TELLING THE SHIPS
It would be a surprise.