Aye, and when he is struggling with his own vows, with the ones that say that oathbreakers must be slain by their liege lord, where will I be, Ygritte? On a ship where I cannot flee and would not flee, not from my brother, in a place where I cannot kill him because I would never, in a place with kings who would see me dead for what I have done?
[Now he's angry, too. He's sick of people tossing him about like he has no feelings at all.]
And King Stannis, he has no struggle at all, to him my vows are iron, and to break them is to shatter me. He will kill me with no more thought than loosing a pebble from his boot.
[ Shouting: ] You're not at th' Wall! You're not at Winterfell! What liege lord is going t' slay you here, Jon Snow? Your brother? [ She finds that so, so impossible to believe. ] Stannis? Y'didn't kneel to him!
I thought y'said you were the Lord Commander now, and answer t' no one! None of 'em have the right t' lay a finger on you, and if they did—
[ —she can't even finish that sentence, because if any one of them did slay him for breaking an oath that doesn't mean shit out here, she knows she'd ultimately kill them herself. ]
Do you think vows just dissolve into air when we are no longer at home? Do you think honor simply evaporates because we are held prisoner?
Robb wasn't taught that! He is an honorable man, our father raised him to be the Lord of Winterfell, and turncloaks always fell to my father. Do you know that he would take us to beheadings of the crows that flew away?
They have all the right to lay a finger on me, and even more that I am Lord Commander.
[Jon's irritation is getting more and more apparent]
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Ever.
[Ew.]
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She pinches him—albeit gently—while still smiling, her voice lilting with sarcasm. ]
As y'like, m'Lord Crow. No one's sayin' elsewise.
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Well, as long as we both understand.
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[ She understands what that little huff meant, too, and still grinning she pinches him again, this time not as lightly. ]
I understand you can be a bit o' a tyrant when y'want to, Jon Snow.
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Mayhaps it's in your blood. Y' are related t' the King in th' North, 'fter all.
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Let's not speak of my brother here, Ygritte.
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What's th' matter? No mood for teasing, today?
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Naught t' speak of—they're all dead.
[ Her eyes and her voice are hard, but not in anger—it's simply pragmatic fact. ]
Wouldn't matter 'f I did, though, would it? Don't see the shame in it.
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[Come on stop prying.]
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...Why not?
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...You don't want them t' find out about us. D'you?
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This is complicated.
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...It is, if that's the way y'feel 'bout it.
I already talked to your brother, Robb Stark. [ You know, that brother whose name you don't want her mentioning in your presence? ]
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Just while in bed.]
Why?
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Is that so? And what truths did you tell him?
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He asked what I was doing in your room, an' I told him we sleep t'gether, in your bed, at night.
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Did you say it because you felt it would be amusing to see the Southern Lord learn of his brother's indiscretions?
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I 'dmit, I liked seeing th' surprise on his face. But he asked, Jon Snow, an' I don't lie, not t' anyone for anything.
An' what d'these indiscretions of yours matter here? In this place?
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[Now he's angry, too. He's sick of people tossing him about like he has no feelings at all.]
And King Stannis, he has no struggle at all, to him my vows are iron, and to break them is to shatter me. He will kill me with no more thought than loosing a pebble from his boot.
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I thought y'said you were the Lord Commander now, and answer t' no one! None of 'em have the right t' lay a finger on you, and if they did—
[ —she can't even finish that sentence, because if any one of them did slay him for breaking an oath that doesn't mean shit out here, she knows she'd ultimately kill them herself. ]
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Robb wasn't taught that! He is an honorable man, our father raised him to be the Lord of Winterfell, and turncloaks always fell to my father. Do you know that he would take us to beheadings of the crows that flew away?
They have all the right to lay a finger on me, and even more that I am Lord Commander.
[Jon's irritation is getting more and more apparent]
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