Namjoon has never been inside Winterfell sept. First at his mother’s insistence, then out of fear of the Old Gods. Finally, Namjoon rejects the Seven completely and finds the silence his sister relishes when she talks to them not half as satisfying as the wind in the trees down by the Godswood.

It’s cold in the North, even in summer. Namjoon shrugs on heavy furs and goes to kneel amongth the forest - man cradled by the land, and at it’s mercy. These gods are not as kind as the Mother, nor as just as the Father; they are here to listen and to wait, but never to intervene.

As winter begins to set in, the lake in the Godswood begins to freeze, and furs or not Namjoon can barely stand the wind by the time second snow falls. He replaces the face of the Wierwood with the wall of his bedroom and dares it to pass judgement when he poors out his concerns to it in the dead of night.

His sister keeps praying that the Maiden will bring them new life, his mother teaches him the Stark code of honour (a set of rules she follows with religious fervour) and Namjoon stares out towards the trees. He doesn’t believe they can hear him, but he believes that they care.