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Alert:This is not the best writing. infact it might be pretty bad, avoid if you dislike it.
"So You're going afterall?"
Jon jumped at the sudden cool voice from behind him. It was the face that he knew well. The cool stare made him grimace.
"Theres great honour in taking the black...It might be the only honour I will have."
The cool stare turned to a cold glare with a scoff his comments was dismissed and that prikled Jons pride.
"Danny, I could do little eles! I have no titles or land to manage. Even if by the grace of Robbs blessing I became the master of arms for Winterfell, Lady Stark would never allow me to marry, for the risk I'd supposedly spawn. I'd bring you nothing but shame!!"
Jon growled out from frustration, exhausted from having the same argument over and over again. But the girl Danny didn't back down.
"Jon Snow!! You think joining the black would be an honour now? the majority of them are craven who wanted to avoid death. You want to call those thugs you're brothers?"
Jon Snow bristled with the insult. Danny looked apologetic but continued on."Jon, I know you want don't want hear this. but how often do you see Lord Benjin smile when you talk of joining the black. He grimaces more often than not, does he not?"
Jon paused and contemplated, then looked broken and lost. He fell down onto the ledge of corridor and dropped his head into his hands.
"What am I ought to do, if not the black. I have no prospect, Danny."
"Well in westeros, no you don't. but out of it you do."
With that he looked up with an incredulous look.
"With what Money I ought to do that!?"
He said with an increasingly high voice. With an Impish smile Danny replied with a smug voice.
"With mine ofcource!"
That was as far as I got till I ran out.
