like so much kindling [ video ♐ 002 ]

[kindlings]

[ Ygritte activates the video feed. When the camera focuses she's seated cross-legged on Jon Snow's bed, looking into it intently, features stern—and with her other hand tapping the flat blade of a carved bone dagger against her sheepskin-covered thigh.

Her voice is steady and light, but with just a hint of iron underneath it. ]


...I'll speak now t' the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, 'f he's willing.






[ ...No encryption of any sort, b/c wildling. Takes place after a particular conversation with Alayne Stone.

...Jon Snow, you got some 'splainin to do, boy. ]

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[bruxisms]

The laws of the realm. He has no claim, save to a traitor's crown.

[kindlings]

[ Traitor's crown? ]


Y' mean his father? Ned Stark?

How was he a traitor?

[bruxisms]

Ned Stark was no traitor, but his son picked up a crown long since cast aside, and for what? Glory? Honour?

...Certainly not duty.

[ though he really doubted the wildlings knew the meaning of the term. ]

[kindlings]

[ She shrugs, noncommittally. ]

The Starks don't seem t' be too concerned with glory, if y'ask me.

Mayhaps he just thought he'd make the best King out of all o' you.

[bruxisms]

[ flatly ]

He would not.

Regardless, it matters not even if he would. The law is absolute.

[kindlings]

[ Ooh, it's wildling tirade time. ]

...You southrons and your laws. None of 'em t' actually mean anything, they're just so all o' you can make a grab for a throne and lord everything o'er everyone else.

Y'could use some tips from the free folk. Would be easier for you t' just follow strength and not some stupid oaths and laws and birthrights, aye?

[bruxisms]

If we wished for a war to break out every time a ruler died, perhaps.

[ and you did not just... ]

There is nothing that means more than the law.