“Will you marry me, my darling ?Do I have options, you bastard ?”
“Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.”
“Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.”
“Marry me and make an honest man of me in my butler’seyes.” He kissed her. “Marry me and save me from having to chase loose women for the rest of my life.”He kissed her again. “Marry me, darling,” he said once more against her lips. “Because I adore you.”
“You bastard.”“My parents were married.”
“Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon...and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it.Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?What will you do? Mormont asked. Bastard as you are?Be troubled, said Jon, and keep my vows.”