She was even closer, and more than that, it sounded like Daenerys was right on the verge of crying. Jon just held her closer and wished that he had more to wrap around her than a cloak or an arm, something that would shield her from people that would use her like an object or a trophy simply because of who she had been born. It cut deeply with Jon in so many ways and now his own worries about being sent to take the black were all but forgotten.
"I can't even start to imagine," he answered her quietly. "Those games are played by people with more cunning and more ambition and more brains than I could ever hope to have. Even Father hates them, which is why he's been so content to stay up here in the North."
Concern became boldness. Jon leaned his head over and kissed her right on the crown of her head, amongst the soft, silvery hair. "You don't deserve that life. You deserve a home and comfort, like anyone else."
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She was even closer, and more than that, it sounded like Daenerys was right on the verge of crying. Jon just held her closer and wished that he had more to wrap around her than a cloak or an arm, something that would shield her from people that would use her like an object or a trophy simply because of who she had been born. It cut deeply with Jon in so many ways and now his own worries about being sent to take the black were all but forgotten.
"I can't even start to imagine," he answered her quietly. "Those games are played by people with more cunning and more ambition and more brains than I could ever hope to have. Even Father hates them, which is why he's been so content to stay up here in the North."
Concern became boldness. Jon leaned his head over and kissed her right on the crown of her head, amongst the soft, silvery hair. "You don't deserve that life. You deserve a home and comfort, like anyone else."