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chapter thirty. lord commander
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𝕿ALIANA had caught wind of the night's watch preparing to select a new lord commander. She and Ser Farrell waited eagerly for the announcement. And then it came.
Jon Snow.
A frown settled on Taliana's face as memories flooded back. "Ser Farrell?" The sworn man looked up. "Yes, my lady."
"Have you heard anything about Arya Stark?" He furrowed his brow. "You mean Ned Stark's daughter?"
"Yes."
He shook his head. "The last I heard, she was supposed to be here, with Jon." Taliana mumbled to herself, "Where could that girl be, if not here?"
Her gaze drifted to the wall in her chambers while Ser Farrell remained by the fire, cleaning his sword. "Princess."
Taliana's attention snapped back to him. "Yes?"
"You knew Jon Snow before?" The question raised her eyebrows. "Yes, when I was first betrothed to Rob Stark. We met, but it was only for a short time."
Ser Farrell nodded and opened his mouth, then hesitated. "Go on," Taliana encouraged. He sighed and set down his sword. "When you saw Jon after all those years, I couldn't help but notice the connection in your eyes."
Taliana felt herself blush. "I—"
A loud knock interrupted her, prompting Taliana to rise and answer the door. Standing there was King Stannis, his expression unreadable as he met her gaze. "I leave for Winterfell tomorrow."
Taliana raised an eyebrow. "You're taking Winterfell?"
Stannis confirmed with a nod. "I came to say goodbye. You're my niece, and I'm unsure when we'll cross paths again."
Sadness washed over Taliana's face. "I understand, Your Grace."
With a nod, Stannis turned to leave. Taliana sighed and watched her breath fog in the cool winter air, she turned back to Ser Farrell, who was still standing.
