She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell for her cold Northern husband. One day he was distant and a stranger, and the next he smiled and all the ice she had been keeping around her own Southern heart melted away.
Jon knew that other men accused of treason had been allowed to redeem their honor on the Wall in days past. Why not Lord Eddard? His father here. That was a strange thought, and strangely uncomfortable. It would be a monstrous injustice to strip him of Winterfell and force him to take the black, and yet if it meant his life…
(Anonymous requested: Ned Stark and Jon Snow in the Night’s Watch, in a world where Joffrey didn’t cut off his head and he was allowed to take the black.)
Your father didn’t love me when we married. He hardly knew me or I him. Love didn’t just happen to us. We built it slowly over the years, stone by stone, for you, for your brothers and sisters, for all of us. It’s not as exciting as secret passion in the woods, but it is stronger. It lasts longer.