What I think Nedd Stark was thinking right before Joffery took his head off….I really hate that blonde headed boy!
I glance at where I first saw Arya, she is gone. Off to impale Joffery with the pointy end of her needle. I know she won't get far, I know she will be safe. I can hear the screams escape Sansa's lips. Such a young and naive child, so trusting. I take in a deep breath of the warm summer's heat and I miss my home. I miss the smell of winter, the look of snow, and the taste of a good northerner's meal. In this moment, as death awaits me, I miss the cold. Oh how I yearn for Catelyn, if I could just see her one last time. In such a short time everything seems to be falling apart, the realm will be doomed if they follow their new king. But would dare to defy them? Robb. His face flashes across my mind; he will come and bring the hellish wrath of winter with him. I am not worried about my family; no one is stronger than they. The executioner raises the sword and I can feel death creeping up my spine. I do not fear death, just the wrath that will follow my passing. All is silent now; I hear nothing, nothing except the laughter of my children and the tiny sound of peace that lingers in the darkness, a tiny bit of peace that fights to survive in a world filled with murders, liars, and all the others in between. Death is peaceful and all is silent now.