It wasn't the first time he had heard such things. Once, when he was younger, he'd heard the tales of the undead, the wights that would come and steal bad little boys from their beds if the disobeyed their fathers. As he'd grown, he'd figured they were only an old wives tale, the kind told to children of the North to keep them in line. But he'd never known the Starks to be liars; certainly, he'd never known any kin of Eddard Stark to be anything but painstakingly loyal and rule abiding. Despite his altercations with the Warden of the North, he could not think badly of him.
Still--to come and ask Daenerys for her help? A flare of heat bounded in his chest, the kind that made him feel protective, deductive.
"I have heard the tales," he admitted softly after a moment. But what was it that Jon Snow hoped their Queen to be able to do?
"If he speaks the truth, then we are certainly in trouble. I know it must seem like merely a way to distract you from your path to the Throne, and yet..." His eyes scan out across the beach, before he looks back to her.
"If you sense that he is true, then I think we must do what we can. It may be helpful to show the people of the North that you seek to protect and help them, as well."
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Date: 2019-07-09 01:27 pm (UTC)Still--to come and ask Daenerys for her help? A flare of heat bounded in his chest, the kind that made him feel protective, deductive.
"I have heard the tales," he admitted softly after a moment. But what was it that Jon Snow hoped their Queen to be able to do?
"If he speaks the truth, then we are certainly in trouble. I know it must seem like merely a way to distract you from your path to the Throne, and yet..." His eyes scan out across the beach, before he looks back to her.
"If you sense that he is true, then I think we must do what we can. It may be helpful to show the people of the North that you seek to protect and help them, as well."