About his first month on that island

[starkbastard]

Have you not been cruel enough, Lady Mun?

Not only you have sent me to a place where my vows mean little to a false Goddess, but you left me there to rot without none of my brothers and sisters. And still it was not enough for you, you had to scheme to have me take.....her as a wife.

[He shudders, can't really bring himself to say who, because really, it's been a nightmare and he doesn't want to think about it.  He's dishonoring his father's House enough as it is.]

I dare not think what this next month may let you plan for me.  But truly, what have I ever done to you so that you would hate me so?

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[starkbastard]

[Why his misery always entertaining for other people? He's just going to sit here, seething and waiting for Mance to catch his breath or something.]

[beyondthewall]

[ let's just say it's your perception of "misery". he mellows soon enough, but his lips spread into a grin. he may have to fight to keep from laughing more (or at the very least, chuckling. ] For a man left to rot, you've a nice smell to you.

And who is this woman you're to claim as your own? She must be quite the lady for you to wear such an expression, Jon Snow.

[starkbastard]

[He tilts his head]

I did not meant it literally.

I was made to believe she was my own, I have not claimed. [Nor would he ever.] It was the Queen. [And in all honesty? Ygritte has nothing to be envious of the Lannister woman.]

[beyondthewall]

[ a small chuckle and mance shakes his head. ] A jest at your expense. You've not changed a bit, it seems. I'm nearly relieved.

The Queen? Why, we could compose a ballad in your honor; the man who seeks not purposefully to part a lioness' legs, but accidentally on purpose.

[starkbastard]

[A puzzled look] Why would I have changed? [He's been careful of his words. He has yet to escape back to the Wall after all.

Oh Gods...Jon shakes his head.]

There is no need for that, Your Grace. I would not rather be reminded of that week past. [And especially anything that concerns parting the lioness' legs.]

[beyondthewall]

[ interesting. mance arches a brow, but allows it to slide. he knows how these places work. oh, but -- ]

"Your Grace"? Need I remind you I've not sat my arse on a throne, nor do I have any intention of it? [ but he huffs a laugh. old habits, jon. ] Was it not "Your Mance", the last we spoke of it?

[starkbastard]

[dfljkghfljgdfk How could he taken a misstep here. Damn it Jon!]

No, I remember clearly. And it was.

[He almost shuffles uncomfortably. 'You must not balk', he still can hear the Halfhand's voice in his head, but the weight of his command is starting to because rather heavy on Jon's shoulders.]