I Think I Want to Marry You

They were on one of these quiet, companionable walks when Jon stopped. They were alone in the godswood and he looked at her for a long time before speaking, something mournful and almost longing in his eyes. “I suppose it’s my duty to finally find husbands for you and Arya. Now that the war is over, I mean.” He said, his mouth forming a tight, tense line, his eyes looking sadder than they usually did.