When Jon first sees you, riding into Castle Black alongside your lord husband, he’s not quite sure what to make of you. You’re quite different from any woman he’s met in his young life. You carry yourself with all the dignity of a queen, and in your own right, you are royalty, being the eldest daughter of who many deem to be the rightful king. You’ve arrived alongside your father and husband, seeking the loyalty of the Night’s Watch for your father’s cause.

One morning, while on patrol, he passes by you, gazing out at the vast wintery expanse beyond the Wall. Jon decides to approach you, giving you a low bow. “My lady.”

You turn and nod your head at him politely, the expression on your face betraying nothing of what you think of him. “Lord Commander.”

“We’ve not been formally introduced,” Jon says. “I’m Jon.”