[ Part of her wants to protest, wants to tell Jon that she does not deserve such kindness even though her plight is terrible. I called him a traitor, she wants to confess. And father a usurper. I said I longed for their defeat. They had been lies, of course, lies to safe Sansa's neck but at what price, Alayne still wonders. Had she prayed too hard in pantomime? Had the gods seen her deception and moved to strike her down?
But there is another part of Alayne, the part that dreamt of Jon Snow atop a white wall with snowflakes in his hair. The part that dreamt of embracing him as he moves to hold her now.
It is awkward at first, the gesture. But soon Alayne's arms find a loose circle around Jon's breadth and she is hugging him, almost desperately, as if she afraid she might fall back into the lion's pit at any moment. ] Robb cannot know, [ she says, her voice quiet and thin. ] There is so much he must never know.
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But there is another part of Alayne, the part that dreamt of Jon Snow atop a white wall with snowflakes in his hair. The part that dreamt of embracing him as he moves to hold her now.
It is awkward at first, the gesture. But soon Alayne's arms find a loose circle around Jon's breadth and she is hugging him, almost desperately, as if she afraid she might fall back into the lion's pit at any moment. ] Robb cannot know, [ she says, her voice quiet and thin. ] There is so much he must never know.