Keeping his expression publicly pleasant is a skill Rhaegar's long mastered, for what good did it do an artist to be perceived as a snob by his fans? But there's no masking his wistful expression when Jon mentions Ned, and all the more when he calls Lyanna his mother. Rhaegar's immediately pulled back to that summer, to the first time he's really loved anyone, and then to that day he learned about Lyanna's death. He has to take a long swig of his beer before attempting to say anything, and even then it takes him a while to find the words. Not that he even manages to put all the pieces together just yet.
"Yeah, I wrote that song for her." His voice is soft, and his eyes have a profound sadness to them. "I loved her, but we..." He sighs. "We couldn't be together." Then he shakes his head and looks at Jon, giving him a small nod. "You look a lot like her. I... I didn't know she..."
"No one did. It was safer that way." Although now that he says it, he's not as sure of that as he once was. He doesn't know what the harm could have been in at least some people knowing of his existence. Those in his father's family, anyway. "Probably for some of the same reasons that you couldn't be together."
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Date: 2022-07-06 04:15 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I wrote that song for her." His voice is soft, and his eyes have a profound sadness to them. "I loved her, but we..." He sighs. "We couldn't be together." Then he shakes his head and looks at Jon, giving him a small nod. "You look a lot like her. I... I didn't know she..."
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Date: 2022-07-07 02:45 am (UTC)