Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own sons in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breasts at Riverrun, so long ago.
My heart dies everytime I read this!