Her hair was dark like the night sky. Her lips were full and so were her hips.
Ned Stark doesn't know how to describe Ashara Dayne, with her haunting violet eyes.
How are you to describe the woman you loved once she's gone?
Ned doesn't know. He's never known.
Looking to Jon tussle with Robb, Ned feels a pang in his chest that he gets whenever he looks to his dark haired son, to Ashara's son.
To their son.
The one piece he has left of her. He calls the boys to him and ruffles their hair gently, trying not to let his hand linger on Jon's head like he wishes to. Trying not to cry and pull their son to him.
How was he to describe Ashara Dayne?
To tell Jon of his mother?
How could he express to their son how much he loved her and how his heart shattered when the news of her death reached him?
How he'd had to look collected as his insides tore themselves apart?
He ruffles Jon's hair again and smiles down at his boys.