Jon wanted nothing more. , he had to tell himself, . The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their lives were his as well. he could hear...
Free folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic, the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. They won't dance for coins, they don't care how your style yourself or what that chain of...
This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you...