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Bran Stark
The crypts beneath Winterfell were cold and lonely. Rickon quickly grew restless, wandering the halls in complete darkness with only the stone effigies of the long dead Kings of Winter for company. Bran spent his time talking with Jojen and Meera Reed, and Osha, or sleeping. When he slept, he dreamt of the wolves, seeing through Summer's eyes. They waited together in the dark; just the five of them among the bones of the Starks, while Theon Greyjoy, a man Bran had considered a brother, ruled the great castle above.
Theon Greyjoy
If the people of Winterfell had hated him before, now they despised him. He needed to hold the castle, but he did not have enough men. Asha, where was Asha? Father? Was anyone coming? Ser Rodrik Cassel was raising the northerners against him. He had to hold the castle. He was the Prince of Winterfell, and he had to hold the castle. If Asha did not come, or uncle Victarion, his fate was sealed. The heads of the miller's boys above the gate made sure of that. The heads that they believed belonged to Bran and Rickon. His fate was sealed.
Jon Snow
It was cold, but he was numb to it by now. He trudged alone through the endless white, Qhorin Halfhand ahead of him somewhere. Further ahead was Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall, with an army of wildlings larger than any that had been seen before. And behind him was Ygritte. He had spared her. He wasn't sure if he knew why, but he had spared her. He thought that perhaps he knew all along that he was going to. There would be trouble now, he suspected.
Daenerys Targaryen
She walked through the House of the Undying in the city of Qarth. The door to her right, the stairs going up. Always the right. Drogon screeched quietly on her shoulder, and flapped his wings. He was nervous, and she didn't blame him. This was a place of sorcery and dark things, as she began to see when visions began to dance before her, telling of things past and things to come, and things that would never be. A beautiful naked woman being harassed by four men with rat like faces… A figure whose face could not be seen, falling from a castle in the clouds… A small boy on a throne of rock far too large, a broken statue of a lion at his feet… Ser Willem Darry, silently calling her into the house in Braavos, the house with the red door…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first interlude chapter, which serves as a reminder of what some of the other important characters in the story are up to. A lot of things have changed since Stannis's death, but for these four, things are mostly as they were in the novels. Except, of course, in the case of Daenerys, where several of the visions in the House of the Undying are a little different. These changes weren't large enough to merit a full chapter for her, but you can see them here. All of these characters will get full POV chapters in due course.
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