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Bran knew he could never rest easy again. He would live forever in the shadow of his father. Eddard Stark’s crippled heir, who would never quite be what was wanted from him. He heard whispers wherever he went, some pitying and some scornful.
He was nonetheless not so badly off as he could have been. There were many who were still loyal to him, but it would always be harder for him to inspire loyalty than it had been for his father. People would look at him and see weakness, a soft target. It would be difficult to counter that.