Jᴏɴ Sɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴛʜ (wolfheart) wrote in themandalay, |
“A little, aye,” he replied, joining the queen in observing the people. He didn’t recognise the music that was being played either, nor could he see any musicians. Perhaps that was one of the many things that he would eventually come to understand in this strange realm. Could it even be called a realm? He wasn’t certain if they were even anywhere near Westeros any more. He’d read that some people called it a city, but the only city he knew was King’s Landing and it was one which he’d never seen with his own eyes. “I don’t know,” he admitted, and he wasn’t certain what he hoped would happen. His mind often thought about the war and how Sansa must be doing in Winterfell without him, if she even knew he had disappeared, but he couldn’t lie and said that he wanted nothing more than to return. Not upon discovering that Robb was here. Jon had missed his brother, a lot more than he’d admitted to anyone, and he didn’t want to lose him again. He and Sansa only had each other back home. He glanced at the people bathing, noting a few that were less than clothed, and returned his gaze to Daenerys instead. Jon wasn’t one to ogle people, not even Ygritte, and a lot had changed since her death - even if she was alive here too. That was another complication. “Would you like to join the festivities?” he asked, both suggesting and offering. “We might learn something. And if not, a drink might do us both good.” With a smile, he offered his arm to Daenerys and, once she took it, headed in the direction of the drinks with Ghost loping along behind them. |