[ she trembles. and she tells herself it's due to the lingering chill on a spring breeze, but she knows it's because she feels fear. here she is: the stark who survived, who was held in a gilded cage, and who'd been married off to the enemy. how fitting that jon might now be the one who wanted little to do with her. some rational part urges her to remember that he'd been the one trying to contact her...and yet--
and yet. ]
Alayne is nothing like you. [ she says at last, sounding desperate. but in her mind she knows that alayne is everything like jon. alayne's years counted as many as jon's had when they'd last split apart. and like jon, alayne didn't care for dancing. like jon, alayne is meant to be bastard-brave. that blood-deep identity had been cobbled together out of pieces of the one bastard she'd known better than all others. ]
-- I was so pleased to hear you made Lord Commander. So proud. [ although these words are sincere, she still speaks them a little too quickly. she wants them to be her tokens. the ways in which she secures his love before she loses it. ]
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and yet. ]
Alayne is nothing like you. [ she says at last, sounding desperate. but in her mind she knows that alayne is everything like jon. alayne's years counted as many as jon's had when they'd last split apart. and like jon, alayne didn't care for dancing. like jon, alayne is meant to be bastard-brave. that blood-deep identity had been cobbled together out of pieces of the one bastard she'd known better than all others. ]
-- I was so pleased to hear you made Lord Commander. So proud. [ although these words are sincere, she still speaks them a little too quickly. she wants them to be her tokens. the ways in which she secures his love before she loses it. ]