Yes, Jon Snow. He was named for Jon Arryn, my father's great friend. My father never spoke of his mother, but returned from war with him.
[ true, even though sansa knows his real origins, now.
she doesn't think this is about that, anyway. ]
I have not the look of a Stark. I have my mother's looks, her hair and features. Jon has the look of my father's kin - black of hair, dark of eyes, like my sister Arya.
He is a man of honour. He and my brother Robb were close in age, and as children they were the best of friends. For some time we were separated, when I was taken South, and Jon went North to join the Night's Watch. Years later when I found him there, he looked so much like my father. He is serious, kind, caring. Perhaps to a fault. Stubborn, foolish in the way that brothers are. I would give much to see him now.
[ she pauses, staring at the words. he would tell her that it is alright, and that she would see home again, and that he would keep her safe. she would not believe him, but she would like to hear it anyway. ]
Rhaegal, the dragon. My eyes have seen only two living dragons, Rhaegal and his brother Drogon. Their look was similar - large, horned all around their faces. Drogon was the larger, but both were very large, much more so than the bones of the others I saw in King's Landing. His scales were mostly green, with yellow beneath his wings.
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Date: 2024-11-28 08:54 am (UTC)[ true, even though sansa knows his real origins, now.
she doesn't think this is about that, anyway. ]
I have not the look of a Stark. I have my mother's looks, her hair and features. Jon has the look of my father's kin - black of hair, dark of eyes, like my sister Arya.
He is a man of honour. He and my brother Robb were close in age, and as children they were the best of friends. For some time we were separated, when I was taken South, and Jon went North to join the Night's Watch. Years later when I found him there, he looked so much like my father. He is serious, kind, caring. Perhaps to a fault. Stubborn, foolish in the way that brothers are. I would give much to see him now.
[ she pauses, staring at the words. he would tell her that it is alright, and that she would see home again, and that he would keep her safe. she would not believe him, but she would like to hear it anyway. ]
Rhaegal, the dragon. My eyes have seen only two living dragons, Rhaegal and his brother Drogon. Their look was similar - large, horned all around their faces. Drogon was the larger, but both were very large, much more so than the bones of the others I saw in King's Landing. His scales were mostly green, with yellow beneath his wings.