|Jᴏɴ Sɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴛʜ (wolfheart) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-08-04 22:15:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, daenerys targaryen, jon snow|
In this strange kingdom, he was reminded often of the words Ygritte had told him. "You know nothing, Jon Snow." In the past, those words had made him smile, even in the moments before her death. Thinking of those words now filled him only with frustration, knowing that there was no known way back to Westeros, to Winterfell, to all that he knew. He and Ghost were trapped.
The festivities all around the pools of water weren't of much interest to him; he wished only to observe in order to understand in some small way, if at all - because this kingdom was nothing like Westeros. Nothing made him feel at ease, from the odd manner in which people dressed to the strange and small device that somehow allowed him to talk to others without sending a letter by raven or standing right in front of them.
What did put him a little more at ease, though, was seeing someone else in the same situation and position as he was. The white haired queen, standing to the side, cut an imposing figure despite her short stature and seemingly fragile appearance. He knew better than to think such of a Targaryen.
"Your Grace," he spoke, approaching her with a measured pace. The presence of Ghost at his side, despite the persistent negative reactions aimed toward the direwolf, made him feel a lot better than he would ever admit. "You found your way outside, I see."