Lord Shelby:
‘ && I’ve no doubt you’ll be a fine ruler, m’lady. I hear good things ‘bout you. as good as your judgment on Jon Snow might be, he’s still a bastard by name. blood of Ned Stark or not. nothin’ will his status. ’ tone remained casual as he leans back in the seat. ‘ what’s this ‘bout then ?? doubt you’ve come all this way to sing praise of Jon Snow. ’
“You ‘ave no doubt in ME, yet y’ doubt HIM?”
Brows knitted into a tiny frown as she GLARED upon this man.
“… the DEAD are comin’, M’lord. Y’ won’t ‘ave a family
AT ALL if we don’t stand up to ‘em.”
‘ aye. ’ he confirmed with a nod, index finger curving along the arm of the seat. ‘ haven’t heard shit about him, don’t trust a man I’ve heard nothin’ ‘bout. ’ the mention of the dead cause him to raise a brow, uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. he’d heard tales of the dead as a boy stories told to him by his aunt. while many believed them to be just stories, his family believed it to be TRUE.
‘ how many ?? ’