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chapter twenty eight. he speaks highly about you
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𝕿ALIANA had bathe, and cleaned herself up. She hadn't left her new staying room since being shown it by Jon, whom didn't wish to leave her side, but had his own duties to attend to by King Stannis.
Taliana stepped out of her new rooms, the biting wind whipped around Princess Taliana, tugging at the edges of her fur-lined cloak. Castle Black's courtyard was a harsh contrast to the sun-drenched gardens she remembered, a lifetime ago it seemed. She'd sought solace here, away from the judging stares and hushed whispers that followed her even to the Wall.
She pulled the cloak tighter, her breath misting in the air. Near the armory, she spotted a familiar, round figure bundled in furs. Beside him stood a woman with a child in her arms - wildlings, if she wasn't mistaken.
Taking a deep breath, Taliana approached them. "Mr Tarly, isn't it?" She asked, her voice echoing slightly in the open space.
Samwell Tarly jumped, nearly dropping the book he was holding. "Your... Your Highness!" He stammered, his face flushing a deep red. He awkwardly bowed, nearly tripping over Gilly's foot. "Forgive me, I didn't see you there."
Gilly curtsied, a shy smile playing on her lips. The child at her leg, Little Sam, stared at Taliana with wide, curious eyes.
"Please, Mr Tarly," Taliana said, waving a hand dismissively. "No need for formalities. I'm just Taliana, for now. After everything... well, titles seem rather superfluous."
Samwell straightened, still looking flustered. "Of course, Your... Taliana–It's just... Jon... Jon always spoke so highly of you."
Gilly nudged him gently with her elbow, a silent reminder to not ramble.
Taliana raised an eyebrow, a small smile gracing her lips. "Did he now? And what exactly did Jon have to say about me?"
Samwell's face went even redder. "N-nothing bad, of course! Just... that you were... brave, and... resourceful. And fiercely loyal. He worried about you, after... well, after everything that happened at the Twins. Jon always said you were strong, resilient. He knew you'd find your way."
