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Luckily, there is chaos in the south. (Littlefinger can be in his element, although the plan with Sansa and the Stark was a failure.) And it will become worse.
Which, of course doesn't mean that the secret won't be revealed sometime.
Regarding the wargs it's a good thing that the Starks are aware that being a warg is something real. Maybe they don't call warging what happens between them and their wolves, but they do know what they can do with this ability. (The older ones, at least.)


Who I am

There is silence in the godswood. Only a soft thud, time to time, when a piece of snow slips down from a branch. Jon sits on a root of the heart tree, looking at the dark water of the small pool.

Ghost is there with him. Storm, however, runs away and Jon is not surprised when he returns leading Jeyne to the tree.

She does not ask anything, just sits down beside him. She takes Jon's hand and leans her head on his shoulder.

"I know who my mother was," Jon says after a while. "Lady Lyanna. And my father… he was Rhaegar Targaryen."

In a comforting gesture, Jeyne tightens his hand.

"It's not what you think. They were married. Though, I don't know if a second marriage would have been admitted as valid if…"

Tenderly, Jeyne is drawing circles with her thumb on his skin.

Jon sighs. "But that's not the point."

Jeyne raises her head to look into Jon's eyes, questioningly.

"Being tied to me is dangerous. If anyone finds out this secret, even in these days… especially in these days…"

"Do you believe that those whom you are important to would turn their back on you, would allow you to push them away?" Jeyne asks.

No, he does not believe that. But fear, above all fear for his loved ones, is not always rational.

He brushes the thought aside and caresses Jeyne's cheek.

"So am I important to you?"

She purses her lips. "You can say so." When Jon, gently and playfully, gives a pinch on her nose, she laughs out. "You've been for a long time. I don't care what your name is. Jon Snow or Stark or…" Waiting, she glances at him.

"Jaeherys. My mother named me Jaeherys."

Jeyne smiles. "It suits you anyway." And she repeats it. Jaeherys.

He will never use it, still, it is good to hear. Or, at least, it is good to hear from Jeyne.

"Would you accompany me to the crypts? It's time for me to visit her."

"Of course," Jeyne replies, accepting the hand Jon offers her to help her stading up.


Next time: back to Dragonstone