"I'm no knight," Jon said coolly. "I'm bastard-born and I worship the Old Gods on top of it. You can't be a knight in Westeros unless you're annointed by a priest of the Seven in a sept."
There weren't many knights north of the Neck for that very reason. The Seven meant nothing to Jon; the Old Gods weren't entirely benevolent, no, but they felt real in a way little else did. Jon dipped beneath the water for a moment, relishing the feeling it cool against his skin, and came back up.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-05-03 03:45 am (UTC)There weren't many knights north of the Neck for that very reason. The Seven meant nothing to Jon; the Old Gods weren't entirely benevolent, no, but they felt real in a way little else did. Jon dipped beneath the water for a moment, relishing the feeling it cool against his skin, and came back up.
"Besides. I wouldn't slay it. I'd ride it."