𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓

@lvanna​   /   sc.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.     instead, lady lyanna seemed to have received the gracious gift of that, and much, much more. he could see the fire in her eyes as she spoke, the fierce nature of house mormont shining through with her every word. jon respected her, probably more than any other man in that room for that simple fact, and it was clear from the look on his face as he got closer to the other, once everyone else scattered for the adjustments— there was a war to be won, a keep to take back, and a bastard was going to die. one way, or another.

“ lady lyanna, may i have a word? ”   jon spoke up once they were alone, with just a couple of her own men standing by her side. she almost reminded him of lord commander mormont, in an odd sort of way, but that didn’t matter much.   “ i think it’s best if we talk. i want the relation between house mormont, and wintefell to be strong, once i retake the keep. ”   he explained, gloved hand resting atop longclaw’s carved pommel.   “ if my lady isn’t too busy, obviously. ”

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄.   not in lyanna’s eyes, at least.   when she looks up, she sees a stark in all his glory   —   the same features her mother once used to describe eddard stark himself.   but there lays a sense of her uncle in the emotion of his eyes and the way he holds himself before her.   jon snow took the black under his command and, for a moment, lady mormont takes comfort in that fact.   if her uncle trusted this bastard, perhaps she can too.