Lyanna wrings her hands for the lack of anything better to do with them. "Aye, and he has always been fond of Robert." Alone with her son in a place no one would think to go during a feast, she doesn't bother to mask the venom in her voice when she says the King's name. "He'll never listen to me..."
She turns to look at Jon then, her face unusually distraught. Because the worry she holds is not just for her brother, but for her son too. Silently, she thanks the Old Gods that Jon bears not a single hint of his father's appearance... except for his brooding, thoughtful nature. But that could be easily mistaken for the Starks' sullenness, too. Still, if Ned, the only other person with the knowledge of Jon's true parentage, is bound for the capital...
"I hope you and Robb aren't planning to accompany him?" She might be overreacting, but she wants to nip in the bud any boyish thoughts of adventure they might have.
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Date: 2022-07-07 12:53 pm (UTC)She turns to look at Jon then, her face unusually distraught. Because the worry she holds is not just for her brother, but for her son too. Silently, she thanks the Old Gods that Jon bears not a single hint of his father's appearance... except for his brooding, thoughtful nature. But that could be easily mistaken for the Starks' sullenness, too. Still, if Ned, the only other person with the knowledge of Jon's true parentage, is bound for the capital...
"I hope you and Robb aren't planning to accompany him?" She might be overreacting, but she wants to nip in the bud any boyish thoughts of adventure they might have.