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[nighted]

He has questions and she doesn't have any answers. Who does he even ask about any of this — Davos? The sister that is actually his cousin? What would they say if they knew he wasn't Ned Stark's son? All these Northern lords chose him to be their leader because he was the last living son of the great Eddard Stark. And now he's nothing more than his sister's orphaned boy, a spark amidst a war fought in the wake of two people who loved one another saying fuck all to duty and honor and running away together in the hopes of being happy.

His parents' quest for happiness started a war. By the Seven...

Jon rubs his hands over his face, peering at her over the tops of his fingers. That crazed look on her face, the way she stares at him so intensely— She's never lied to him. He knows this. Somehow, he knows. Perhaps what they say about the Valyrians and the magic their blood is rooted in is true. Perhaps he got some of that from Prince Rhaegar.

Quietly, he stalks past her and out the door. Should she go looking for him, she'll find him in the crypts beneath Winterfell, staring up at the great stone statue carved in Lyanna Stark's likeness.

[comprehender]

Jon swoops out of the room and the air seems to leave with him, oxygen chasing after him to feed the new flame.

She doesn't follow immediately. At first she sits, curled up in a chair, knees to her chest and her face in her hands as she breathes (the air isn't gone, it's just a metaphor, it's just a sensation and not a fact) through the confusion of the moment. Truth is overwhelming, and it carries her away even when none of it is hers.

Outside in the hallways Davos is upset. Wonders where his King has gone, what was said to him, and River collects herself enough to brush her hair back into something less mad, grab the letter, and go to where Jon is.

It's quiet, in the tombs. She knows it wouldn't be if Jon didn't know already. That bones would be screaming out to her with truth and pain. But now, it's quiet.

When she approaches she does so just loud enough not to surprise him. So he knows she's there before she says, soft, and maybe it's to him and to the statue he's facing, "I'm sorry."