Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.
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?’
All hail Jon, First of his Name, of House Targaryen and House Stark, the White Wolf, the Prince that was Promised, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, the First Men and the North, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm. The Song of Ice and Fire. Long may he reign.