@sandsuh
she has been STARING all night, with every movement made and smile shared, every glance sent down to the DRAGON QUEEN, he feels the ever watchful eye of the lady of winterfell. it was a silent agreement between himself and daenarys to keep his sworn oath between them until a quieter time; for now, they sit and eat with the lords and his rejoined family and say nothing of bending the knee. but even still. jon thinks SHE KNOWS without ever needing to ask.
( he does, eventually, meet sansa’s eyes, but the look lasts half a second and he feels colder when she breaks it. )
after half the men are in their cups and her grace has retired with her cohorts, jon finds himself reluctant to disappear for the night. instead, he sucks in a breath and knocks on the door to the LORD’S CHAMBERS and pretends not to see a figure slink into the shadows.
( she stays close to her sister, now: brienne must feel positively USELESS next to the vigilant arya. )
he speaks to the closed door. “ we need to talk. “
