Willow Heddle

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Willow Heddle
Allegiance House Heddle
Brotherhood without banners
Born In 289 AC or 290 AC[1]
Book(s) A Feast for Crows (appears)

Willow Heddle is a descendant of House Heddle. She has an older sister, Jeyne.[2] According to the Elder Brother, the sisters are nieces of Masha Heddle, the innkeep of the inn at the crossroads. According to a semi-canon source, Masha is their great-aunt.[3]

Appearance and Character

Willow appears to be nine or ten years old. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and is skinny.[2]

Willow is wary of possibly dangerous strangers, and protective of younger children. She has a commanding personality, even at such a young age.[2]

Recent Events

A Game of Thrones

Masha Heddle is hanged by Lord Tywin Lannister at the inn at the crossroads.[4]

A Feast for Crows

Masha's nephew runs the inn as a brothel, but he is eventually slain.[2] According to a semi-canon source, he was the father of Jeyne and Willow.[3] The sisters reopen the inn for business and as a refuge for orphan children.[2]

When Brienne of Tarth's party pulls up outside the crossroads inn, Willow meets them at the door, surrounded by the orphan children that have taken refuge at the inn. She has the charge of the inn and the other children while Jeyne is away, and she accepts Septon Meribald's food in exchange for providing the party rooms at the inn, over Gendry's objections. As Brienne watches Willow command the orphans to prepare the food and the common room for dinner, she wonders if she might be Arya Stark in disguise.[2]

When Rorge and the Brave Companions arrive at the inn, Willow confronts them, armed with a crossbow. Rorge threatens to rape and mutilate Willow, Brienne steps in to defend her, and a fight breaks out.[2]


Gendry was the closest thing to a man grown, but it was Willow shouting all the orders, as if she were a queen in her castle and the other children were no more than servants. If she were highborn, command would come naturally to her, and deference to them.[2]

—thoughts of Brienne Tarth

One day that little girl will make some man a frightful wife. That poor ’prentice boy, most like.[2]