Kneeling next to Rhaegar, with her blonde hair down, the flowers adorning it graciously, and her sad, ghostly eyes upon him, Jenny of Oldstones smiled at him sadly. One of her hands stroked his cheek smoothly, only to push a blonde lock of hair off of his face after. “This is a dream. It has to be.” She thought with terror in her chest.
The girl’s gaze found Lyanna’s, and when her sad eyes landed on her, she could read a warning in them. “Be careful” she heard her smooth voice, but Jenny’s lips never moved.
my favourite thing about jon possibly having a targaryen name is that when lyanna told ned he was probs like ‘… ok sis that’s cool but…. how the fuck am i meant to hide jahaerys jacarys jalapeno the third from robert with that name?’
“Never ask me about Jon,” he said, cold as ice. “He is my blood, and that is all you need to know.” Whoever Jon’s mother had been, Ned must have loved her fiercely, for nothing Catelyn said would persuade him to send the boy away.