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Jon.
Her knees went weak at the sight of him, the memories. She wanted nothing more than to run to his arms and cry like a child, to run back to Winterfell and play with the little ones and be free.
But she couldn't. She'd be killed. Blood of the wolf is blood of a traitor, and no queen embraces a bastard. So she drew herself tall and pretended to be Cersei. "Snow."













