My son The day you were born, the very forests of the North whispered

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My son
The day you were born, the very forests of the North whispered the name... Bran.
My child,
I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness.
Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength,
and I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power.
But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people.
I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end,
You shall be King.