[Damn his luck. He was hoping that she wouldn't care enough to ask him his name. From what Sansa had told him, Cersei was unlikely to think much about anyone save herself. Which is why he struggled to decide how to answer. Lie or hope that she didn't recognize the name. Jaime Lannister might know of Ned Stark's bastard, but there was a chance that Cersei never committed it to memory.
And lying...well, what would be the point? She would learn it sooner or later.]
Jon Snow. [Complacency. He wouldn't call it that as he wasn't simply accepting this situation, more that he chose to wait for an opportunity. Without magic of his own, it was wiser to be patient, something he didn't expect from Cersei Lannister.]
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And lying...well, what would be the point? She would learn it sooner or later.]
Jon Snow. [Complacency. He wouldn't call it that as he wasn't simply accepting this situation, more that he chose to wait for an opportunity. Without magic of his own, it was wiser to be patient, something he didn't expect from Cersei Lannister.]
What makes you think I'm complacent?