He watches her ministrations with the wine without comment. He's been through a war; he knows how dangerous being the king is, even in times of peace. He's still getting used to the idea that someone might want to kill him just because of who his father was or the position that he holds, but it's something he'll have to accept, especially while the Targaryen line on the throne stabilizes again. (An heir would help with that, too, which reminds him of his reason for coming here, which then causes him to blush, a fact that he tries to hide behind his hand as he takes a sip of his wine.)
He leans against the nearest windowsill. "That is what the maesters in their tower in Oldtown will call me, when they write of my exploits in their scrolls." Another idea he's still getting used to. He no longer has the relative anonymity from being a bastard. Even if they never write another word about him, he will still be immortalized in their history. "My friends and family still call me Jon."
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Date: 2022-08-27 09:26 pm (UTC)He leans against the nearest windowsill. "That is what the maesters in their tower in Oldtown will call me, when they write of my exploits in their scrolls." Another idea he's still getting used to. He no longer has the relative anonymity from being a bastard. Even if they never write another word about him, he will still be immortalized in their history. "My friends and family still call me Jon."