Jon's coronation had been celebrated throughout Westeros, with most households mainly caring because it meant an end to years of war. Some of the great Houses had celebrated the return of a Targaryen to the throne; some of them had cared that it meant that the Lannisters were no longer anywhere near the throne. And those who had been less than pleased at the turn of events had been smart enough not to make it known.
Then his small council had brought up the topic of a wife, and an heir, and he knew they were right. If he wants to solidify his position and avoid another war of succession, he needs both of those things. He had just put some caveats on it. He wanted to meet any potential wives before making anything official, and she had to agree to everything as well. He wants a wife who isn't after the role just because it means she get to be queen; one Cersei Lannister is enough for his lifetime. After the feasts, the conversations, the negotiations, and an important discussion with Sansa, his marriage to Selene is impending.
He's out and about in the Red Keep himself, as he is most nights. If he doesn't see his own death again when he tries to sleep, he sees Rickon's, the one he couldn't prevent. Or he imagines deaths he wasn't even present for but which still torment him anyway.
Add in all of his new responsibilities from sitting on the Iron Throne, and he rarely has a night of untroubled sleep.
He has left Ghost in his room tonight, but he knows there are a couple of members of the Kingsguard nearby everywhere he goes, and he can't do anything about that. He's gotten used to the shadows following him around.
He climbs up tonight, remembering his time at the Wall and all of the cold nights he had stood watch. How things have changed since then. He's not afraid of heights, at least, so up to the tower he goes.
He turns the corner and is surprised to see that he's not the first one to arrive there. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was anyone else up here." His accent sets him apart from those who have spent their entire life in King's Landing, but here he won't feel so aware of that. Not with someone else who isn't from King's Landing either.
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Date: 2022-07-07 03:37 am (UTC)Then his small council had brought up the topic of a wife, and an heir, and he knew they were right. If he wants to solidify his position and avoid another war of succession, he needs both of those things. He had just put some caveats on it. He wanted to meet any potential wives before making anything official, and she had to agree to everything as well. He wants a wife who isn't after the role just because it means she get to be queen; one Cersei Lannister is enough for his lifetime. After the feasts, the conversations, the negotiations, and an important discussion with Sansa, his marriage to Selene is impending.
He's out and about in the Red Keep himself, as he is most nights. If he doesn't see his own death again when he tries to sleep, he sees Rickon's, the one he couldn't prevent. Or he imagines deaths he wasn't even present for but which still torment him anyway.
Add in all of his new responsibilities from sitting on the Iron Throne, and he rarely has a night of untroubled sleep.
He has left Ghost in his room tonight, but he knows there are a couple of members of the Kingsguard nearby everywhere he goes, and he can't do anything about that. He's gotten used to the shadows following him around.
He climbs up tonight, remembering his time at the Wall and all of the cold nights he had stood watch. How things have changed since then. He's not afraid of heights, at least, so up to the tower he goes.
He turns the corner and is surprised to see that he's not the first one to arrive there. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was anyone else up here." His accent sets him apart from those who have spent their entire life in King's Landing, but here he won't feel so aware of that. Not with someone else who isn't from King's Landing either.