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clairecnn:

Daenerys heard rustling outside her sleeping chambers. Her gray-blue eyes quickly scanned around her, realizing she was alone. Daenerys hoped whoever was outside was no enemy of hers.

“Who is it?”

Jon had thought he was being as quiet as he possibly could as he rushed past her chambers. Swearing under his breath as he heard her voice, he didn’t know whether to stay still and not say anything or just simply speak. After all, how we he supposed to explain that he thought he had seen his dierwolf run past. 

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You need to hook up with someone

“Hook up with someone?”

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daughterofthetrident:

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        “I tell you this only so that we may become closer as a family. Though I do not agree with the circumstances of your birth - with the loss of Ned, maybe some old pain can be unraveled.” Catelyn began. Though her feelings regarding her husband still resembled a wound open, her children were the only semblances she had of her late lord husband - any chance in war would be taken. 

         "I had once prayed you dead, and the Gods granted my wishes by inflicting you with the pox. Do you remember?“ 

        This is no something any mother should say to a boy, her mind fervored with guilt in waiting for his answer.

Jon dropped his gaze at the mention of his birth. It not only made him sad to think that he may never hear the true story, but also because he would never hear the words from his father’s mouth. The man who had promised to tell him.

His eyes drifted upwards again at the mention of the pox he had once suffered, his eyes widening slightly before he nodded. “I remember.” He said, his voice soft. 

“I had not known that it was because of your prayers for my death.” He felt the years fall away from him as she spoke, like he was a young boy again.

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iamkingjoffrey:

“Of course, I imagine my guards are treating her very well.” Joffrey nodded slowly, maneuvering himself so that his legs hung over one arm of the throne, back resting against the other. A show of himself getting comfortable – that he, his position on the throne, was comfortable. Joffrey didn’t have much to worry about. Self-proclaimed kings were no real issue to him. “I do wonder why you’re here. Perhaps they heard stories of that man’s tongue I had cut out last week. Maybe they’ve become tired of you.” Joffrey sincerely hoped that was the case. He’d quite like to see Jon Snow screaming in pain. 

“I am the Lord Commander’s personal steward, your grace, I don’t believe he would be tired of me.” Jon said clearly, his hands behind his back as he stood up straight. “I hope they haven’t sent me here to rid me of my tongue, I have grown quite fond of it.” He added. Jon had never been good at knowing what not to say to certain people, he had been called out many times for speaking out of line. “I would like to believe that I do my job well.”

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daceymrmt:

“one more note of that song and your throat will regret it.” dacey comments with a quiet snarl, gaze on her battleaxe while she works to sharpen it. 

Jon spun around at the sound of her voice as his gaze dropped to the weapon she was sharpening. “I do apologise, my lady. I didn’t realise anyone was around.”

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thirdstag:

“This will change everything.” The only thing that had been on Renly’s mind was the preparation for the upcoming battle. It would certainly be an event that many would sings songs to. “I haven’t spent much time doing anything other than looking over plans. Once this is over I will begin to have more time. I promise. Just be a little patient with me in these coming weeks.”

As Jon walked into the tent that Renly was in, he stopped in his tracks once he noticed the conversation that was taking place. “Forgive me, your grace.” He said once he had cleared his throat. “I heard you wanted to speak with me? I can come back at a later time.”

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iamkingjoffrey:

The trouble, Joffrey thought, with people like Jon Snow was that they were just so predictable. Upon seeing his jaw clench, Joffrey began to laugh, fully slouching back against the throne - “Too busy, indeed. She’s in the good hands of my guards right now, I suspect. She is of no use to me, at least not yet, and I do try to keep my guards happy, you see.” Apparently Jon Snow didn’t conceal his weaknesses as much as he should. Family was a touchy subject for the bastard – Joffrey was unlikely to forget so in a hurry.  

Joffrey’s laughed unnerved him. It proved to him that he wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he once though. “It is good of you to keep your guards happy, your grace.” Jon said flatly, keeping his temper at bay and ignoring the comments about his sister. “I am happy to hear that King’s Landing is treating her well. It is a testament to your ruling, truly.”

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elysebolton:

۩ —– “He is a good, and fair King, yes. I imagine that he was born for it - but as are many men.” she paused, glancing at him. When he spoke of his brother, he didn’t seem to be envious and Elyse wondered why exactly that was. “Are you proud of your brother? Being the brother to a King must be a wonderful thing to be able to say, is it not?” 

Jon looked up at Elyse as she spoke, nodding his head almost immediately. “He is my half-brother, but I am as proud as I would be if he was otherwise.” He said softly. “We all knew growing up that he was more than capable of it, he’s just proving it to everyone else now.” The curly haired man answered honestly. “But it’s not something that we discuss at the Wall, no matter how proud I am. It would get me nothing but a sword to the stomach if I spoke about it, I’m sure.”

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daughterofthetrident:

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        Catelyn smiled, reassured that Jon was thriving on the Wall. But the Wall was far from her mind at the time. And after a delay, she demanded his gaze once more, adopting a more serious tone. 

        “I fear I must confess for a grievous transgression on my behalf. Had I not been so preoccupied with young Bran, I would have come to you myself with this.” Catelyn focused on reigning in her emotions further, to hold sureness of heart as would Jon sureness of strength.

                                soothe the wrath and tame the fury / teach us all a kinder way 

        “It would be disingenuine to my prayers to keep what I’m about to tell you to myself.”

Jon looked up at her as she spoke, seeing the emotion she was holding in written all over her face. Catelyn was doing a good job of keeping her voice steady, something she had always been able to do well, but he could tell whatever it is she wanted to say was difficult for her.

“Bran comes first, especially after what happened.” Jon said softly but firmly, his hand giving hers a small squeeze, a gesture that was unnatural to them both. “But please, speak. I can tell this is bothering you to hold in.”

The young man could feel worry wash over him as he tried to stay calm and collected for them both, wanting desperately to know what was making her feel this way, she had always been a strong woman.

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the-red-woman:

The red priestess met Jon’s gaze in the water. Even for a bastard, he had House Stark all over him. The hair, the eyes, even the voice… Melisandre turned around to face him and took a small step forward. “You did not disturb me. Actually, I was expecting you…”, she answered softly cocking her head sideways.

Jon was lost for words as she spoke. He didn’t know whether it was because he had never been good at talking to women or because he didn’t understand why she would be expecting him. “I apologise my lady, is there something you need from me?” He asked softly, confusion on his features. “I was not told.”

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Who is the most beautiful woman in Westeros?

“I can’t say I’ve really thought about it, I’ve been a bit preoccupied.” 

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do you think that you could be part Targaryen?

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Which of your siblings do you feel like you had the strongest connection with?

“I love all my siblings and I feel I was close to them in different ways, but I was always very close to Arya.”

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daughterofthetrident:

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        Catelyn’s half smile revealed her fear as well. It had been so long since she’d thought to recite his name, as often as it crossed her mind in her nightly prayers. “Jon,” she said flatly - accounting for niceties was second-nature to her, even if it stung to try. Catelyn arose from her seat and placed one hand atop the other in front of her, means to encourage strength for what she was about to do. 

        “I’m glad to see you fare well, the Wall has not been so harsh to you.” Catelyn was prolonging the conversation with idle chit-chat, failing to work up the bravery to break the bastard boy’s heart.

His eyes found hers as she spoke his name and as she placed a hand on his, confusion washed over his face. Their last encounter had been an unpleasant one, he had been saying his goodbye’s to Bran when she had told at him to leave. It had been understandable, given the boy’s condition and how she felt about Jon, but it made her niceties now all the more confusing. 

“No, my lady.” He said finally, his dark brown gaze still on their hands. “The wall is a cold and strange place, but not so harsh. I have my swordsmanship to thank for that.” Jon added with a small smile. 

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have you ever kissed a girl?

“I don’t see how that could be relevant.”

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How does it feel to be the son of a traitor?

“My father was a strong, honourable and kind man.”

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which sister do you like best?

“I couldn’t answer that.”