His lords were insistent about marriage. For Jon, there was no other thought than the war to come and he had managed to deflect questions about the future with side steps or outright ignoring it. But the clamor had started to build. It eventually came to a head during one of his audiences, where a number of high powerful lords pressed him about marriage.
They believed that chaos and calamity came when Robb had no heirs left to pass the crown to. That had there been someone else, there might have been a greater sense of security among the North. Jon wasn't quite certain of that, given how quick many surrendered to the Boltons, but it wasn't an issue for him to push. He was resistant to turning his attention away from the Others, but when Davos brought up the possibility of an alliance and armies, Jon started to become more open.
Dorne wasn't currently involved in the struggles for the throne. Their army was rested, well fed and deadly. It would be a trial for them to adjust to the North, but it was some form of hope. It would at least ease the pressure and worry until Jon could find more Houses willing to join this cause.
He hadn't really given much thought to the woman he was now betrothed to marry, not until the days wound down to her arrival. Only then, the sinking feeling of uncertainty coursed through him. This was what Robb was meant to do, not him. How would a noblewoman view marrying a bastard, even if he was king? Would she accept him or look down on him as Lady Catelyn had. Sharing his life, his bed and all other things, it gnawed at him.
Maybe that was why he hadn't bothered to wait in the Great Hall as expected. He wanted a look at her, to get an idea of the woman she was.
He certainly got that when she brushed away his hand, not realizing he was the king. His clothes didn't exactly bestow much regality. He did look like a Master of the Horse. "There's black ice there. Take my hand."
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They believed that chaos and calamity came when Robb had no heirs left to pass the crown to. That had there been someone else, there might have been a greater sense of security among the North. Jon wasn't quite certain of that, given how quick many surrendered to the Boltons, but it wasn't an issue for him to push. He was resistant to turning his attention away from the Others, but when Davos brought up the possibility of an alliance and armies, Jon started to become more open.
Dorne wasn't currently involved in the struggles for the throne. Their army was rested, well fed and deadly. It would be a trial for them to adjust to the North, but it was some form of hope. It would at least ease the pressure and worry until Jon could find more Houses willing to join this cause.
He hadn't really given much thought to the woman he was now betrothed to marry, not until the days wound down to her arrival. Only then, the sinking feeling of uncertainty coursed through him. This was what Robb was meant to do, not him. How would a noblewoman view marrying a bastard, even if he was king? Would she accept him or look down on him as Lady Catelyn had. Sharing his life, his bed and all other things, it gnawed at him.
Maybe that was why he hadn't bothered to wait in the Great Hall as expected. He wanted a look at her, to get an idea of the woman she was.
He certainly got that when she brushed away his hand, not realizing he was the king. His clothes didn't exactly bestow much regality. He did look like a Master of the Horse. "There's black ice there. Take my hand."