(Well, didn't Robb put Jon as his heir before he died? What if what the blackfish is doing is going to let Jon know that he is the new King in the North?)
As if being Lord Commander of the Night's Watch wasn't enough. He hadn't even entered his name in for that! And he certainly hadn't entered his name in for this. King in the North! The news was spreading through the men of the Watch like wildfire. Some were bowing to him, others not so certain what to do, some going to far as to spit at his feet.
Oh gods, Jon thought, what will Pyp and Grenn say! he groaned. Soon his two remaining friends crashed into him, knocking him over. They apologized, stammering like idiots. Jon sighed, "Just to let you know, I haven't become a royal pain in the ass in five minutes. Really."
"Of course not," Pyp said, grinning "You've always been a royal pain in the ass." He would never change.
"We have got to leave!" Jon's uncle said.
"Just a moment! Can I not say my good byes?" Jon honestly just didn't want to leave.
"Don't die, Jon" Grenn said, trying to be comforting.
"Thanks."
"We'll see each other again soon!" Pyp said cheerfully "Oh, no we won't! Have fun being harassed by all our other kings, however many there are."
"When Sam gets back from Oldtown… Tell him I'm sorry." And with that, he was gone. Gone to see Stannis… And be released from his oaths and duties as a man of the Night's Watch.
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