"You deserve a Lord, not a bastard." Jon's voice was raspy and made his sleep deprivation and exhaustion apparent. "Do I not get some say in what I deserve?" Rayne grimaced at the pain in her abdomen. The bed sank a bit as Jon sat down next to Rayne and gently brushed hair from her face. "You deserve gold and riches. Whatever your heart desires." He said barely a whisper. "I think I know what my heart wants." *I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OTHER THAN RAYNE*
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