"You're a southern girl, that's right," Jon says. It hangs stark in the air between them and he feels stupid for having said it. He wishes he could take the words back but there's nothing to do for it now. He has to push forward, though, and hope that his betrothed isn't going to hold his inability to speak well against him.
He's good with a sword. He's no good with words. Sansa is the one who does speeches, who writes letters and she's the one who negotiates. She'd negotiated the entire alliance with Leodegrance on his behalf and Jon had merely had to agree to terms in the very end of it.
"You'll see plenty of snow before winter's done, I'm afraid. We even have snow in the summers here at Winterfell. Summer snows are nice, though, and only last an afternoon or so before they melt away. They're nothing like a proper winter snow is. You'll be dealing with the cold for a while."
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Date: 2019-09-03 02:44 am (UTC)He's good with a sword. He's no good with words. Sansa is the one who does speeches, who writes letters and she's the one who negotiates. She'd negotiated the entire alliance with Leodegrance on his behalf and Jon had merely had to agree to terms in the very end of it.
"You'll see plenty of snow before winter's done, I'm afraid. We even have snow in the summers here at Winterfell. Summer snows are nice, though, and only last an afternoon or so before they melt away. They're nothing like a proper winter snow is. You'll be dealing with the cold for a while."