4. Everybody Talks – Neon Trees
When everybody talks babe
Hey honey you could be my drug
you could be my new prescription
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He hangs about her skirts, watching her rule Winterfell, as she was born to, and he is thankful that he never took what was not Stannis' to give, for it is in the right hands. She is capable and wise, and he says as much whenever he receives word from King's Landing, requesting that he either come South or accept rule over the North. That her loveliness keeps him there too goes without saying.
He has made a fool of himself, made them both a subject of whispers. The former Lord Commander and Lady Stark, once half-siblings, now something else, everyone whispers.
But when he kisses her in her spring warmed solar, when he pulls her against his chest, his hands pressing into her back until she murmurs his name against his lips like a prayer to her gods—Jon, Jon, Jon—he can't bring himself to care about the whispers. They may wear their tongues out, wagging. Let them talk.