Following Episode 9, Season 6 (The Battle of Bastards). 9x3x9

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Winterfell, the stronghold of the North,
In spite of what everyone believes,
Is quite a sophisticated place.

Consider the way that it is built:
Designed by Bran the Builder himself,
A man-made oasis against cold.

Hot water piping inside the walls,
A considerable library,
Blue roses growing in glassed gardens.

No direwolves except in bedtime tales.
Candles sufficient to read by night,
Steaming baths, the art of the lord’s kiss.

It has a sense that rule means service;
That a commander must know his men;
That better not fight in tournaments.

Yet what everyone believes is right:
Great as its store of knowledge may be,
It is quite straightforward in one sense.

It has no skill to disentangle
Wheels within wheels of mean, selfish wiles
or pitch-black wormholes of a cruel mind.

And even by its great daughter saved,
Bandaged with banners of direwolf,
The citadel stands bereft and numb.

In its simple heart it will not believe
That Rickon could be used in this way,
That such a thing could be done to Jon.