"Just because the North worships differently than the South or even the Dothraki doesn't mean they aren't all worshipping the same gods. The gods just have different names, not bodies."
You sat in a chair, considering Ramsay's words. They made sense. Maybe the Seven were the gods everyone worshiped. Or maybe the Old gods were the ones everyone actually worshiped. Still didn't really narrow down your search. Nor did it even help at all. Your grandmother said she was the Mother. A god of the Seven. But Bran was the Three-Eyed Raven. An Old god.
You sighed, running your hand through your hair. Now that you took the moment to be still, your side had decided to ache. You could do with a few more hours sleep.
Shouting came from a few rooms down. You looked up from your book.
"Do you hear tha
