The gentle flicker of warmth that had softened the tense and proper lines of her posture dimmed somewhat. She believed Jon Snow--or rather, she believed that he was being honest with her, that he believed the army of the dead was real. Believed him when he said that he needed her to defend the North from some threat beyond the Wall. And what sort of queen was she, if she was not willing to fight for the kingdoms she wished to lay claim upon.

And yet she had already lost so much in this war. She could not afford to lose more.

"We have talked circles around this already," she replied with a hint of a sigh. "I cannot abandon my position. I cannot fight two wars at once."