Which Austen Hero Is Best In Bed?

Which Austen Hero is best in bed?

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I put them in alphabetical order for fairness.

Baby, Please Come Home

Christmas Oneshot based on Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) by Darlene Love. Modern AU.

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The streets outside were more crowded than she’d ever seen them, except for a few days ago, when they lit up the big tree in the square. She hadn’t had the heart to attend this year. It made no sense to stand in the crowd and remind herself how alone she was. Now she watched as other lovey dovey couples strolled around and gazed up at the pretty lights.

Winterfell had the prettiest Christmas decorations, twinkling lights and poinsettias covered nearly every surface. They dangled over the street and wound around every light pole like alien ivy. The sight would fill anyone with wonder but Dany only wanted to walk faster so she wouldn’t have to look at it.

A haunting hollow sound filled the air, the clanging of the church bells to signal the hour. Only five o’clock at night and it was dark. More time for everyone else to enjoy the lights. Dany paused at a crosswalk, the inconvenience deepening her already agitated mood. Across the street, children laughed and Dany spied a young couple taking a selfie with a santa inflatable. A dangerous mix of yearning and quiet fury swirled inside her, like mixing bleach with any other cleaning solution. If she didn’t get out of there she was going to pass out. The signal changed and she was able to walk the next two blocks, advancing ever closer to her apartment.

How much more does this color the goodness of Jon?

Who despite the hardships and his own flaws... He turned his cloak twice, once for false and once for true... And loved his father's culture, people and home...

To the point that when a foreign king declarant sought his advice on the North, he did not sow seeds of chaos upon his father's people the way other bastards might have.

I'm sorry this is a little late, but I just read your write up of your GRRM Q/A. First of all, I wanted to thank you for it! It was lovely. I have a question: why do you think Martin consider Jon unloved by Ned? I never got that impression from the books. Do you think he just missed Jon being lumped in/it was lost in translation? (I just can't imagine why he would put Ned in on the same level as Tywin, Randall, and Balon, especially after all the sacrifices Ned made for Jon.)

Thank you :)

This is a good question. No, there was no error in the translation, and GRRM didn’t miss Jon’s name (Jon was mentioned directly after Sam, before Tyrion and Theon). As I’ve said in the post, this question caught my attention more than the others (because of the mention of Jon), and I locked my eyes on GRRM’s face to see his reaction. When he heard the question, he didn’t seem surprised or perplexed to hear the name Jon, he simply nodded and smiled, and said “happy families are boring”.

While it does seem unfair to put Eddard on the same level as Randyll, Balon and Tywin, the question was more centered on the sons than on the fathers, and how the sons dealt with their fathers’ rejection. 

And well, Jon didn’t have an exactly happy childhood, did he? He always felt he was an outsider in his family, that he did not belong in Winterfell - although he wished to. He was a bastard and treated as a bastard, and it hurt him a lot - his sense of worth, his self-esteem, his well-being. Jon never was and never will be a Stark, and he knows it. And the rejection haunts him:

He would be back in Winterfell with his brothers.Your half brothers, a voice inside reminded him. And Lady Stark, who will not welcome you. There was no place for him in Winterfell.

Last night he had dreamt the Winterfell dream again. He was wandering the empty castle, searching for his father, descending into the crypts. Only this time the dream had gone further than before. In the dark he’d heard the scrape of stone on stone. When he turned he saw that the vaults were opening, one after the other. As the dead kings came stumbling from their cold black graves, Jon had woken in pitch-dark, his heart hammering. Even when Ghost leapt up on the bed to nuzzle at his face, he could not shake his deep sense of terror. He dared not go back to sleep.

“We’re not friends,” Jon said. He put a hand on Sam’s broad shoulder. “We’re brothers.“ 

And so they were, he thought to himself after Sam had taken his leave. Robb and Bran and Rickon were his father’s sons, and he loved them still, yet Jon knew that he had never truly been one of them.

Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever?He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard’s motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he’d lost.

He dreamt he was back in Winterfell, limping past the stone kings on their thrones. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and their grey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon their laps. You are no Stark, he could hear them mutter, in heavy granite voices. There is no place for you here. Go away. He walked deeper into the darkness. ”Father?“ he called. ”Bran? Rickon?“ No one answered. A chill wind was blowing on his neck. ”Uncle?“ he called. ”Uncle Benjen? Father? Please, Father, help me.“ Up above he heard drums. They are feasting in the Great Hall, but I am not welcome there. I am no Stark, and this is not my place. His crutch slipped and he fell to his knees. The crypts were growing darker.

Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question. Lord of Winterfell. I could be the Lord of Winterfell. My father’s heir. It was not Lord Eddard’s face he saw floating before him, though; it was Lady Catelyn’s. With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth, she looked a bit like Stannis. Iron, he thought, but brittle. She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. Who are you? that look had always seemed to say. This is not your place. Why are you here?

That morning he called it first. ”I’m Lord of Winterfell!“ he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, ”You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.“

I thought I had forgotten that. Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he’d taken.

You can’t be the Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born, he heard Robb say again. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. You do not belong here. This is not your place.

And Eddard is partly to blame for that. Lady Catelyn would have never loved Jon, but she was a woman, and had no power over his life. Eddard could have legitimized Jon, and raised him as Jon Stark (he could have removed him from the line of succession to please Catelyn, since Lords can decide and name their successors) - and Jon’s life would have been much easier.

And Eddard was cold … There isn’t one single memory of affectionate moments between Jon and Eddard in their POV chapters. Eddard didn’t seem to be a warm person overall, but he was especially distant towards Jon. I am sure he loved him in a way, because Jon was Lyanna’s son and Eddard loved his little sister, but he didn’t express or show his love, and he loved the children of his own body more. Eddard didn’t give Jon the same attention and privileges he gave to his children, notably Robb. Jon and Robb were the same age, they were friends, but Jon could always see how differently they were both treated. For example Eddard was grooming Robb for command (as was expected for a first born son of course) but he didn’t educate Jon:

Lord Eddard had often made Robb part of his councils back at Winterfell.

Robb was part of the councils, not Jon. It wouldn’t have hurt anyone to teach Jon about politics even though he would never be Lord of Winterfell - Jon would have gained experience and could have advised Robb later in his life. Instead Jon was just excluded.

Eddard didn’t try to prevent Jon from joining the Night’s Watch either. He knew that it wasn’t a place for a young boy, but he let Catelyn had her way. And when Jon first discovered what the Wall was truly like he was very hurt:

Jon wondered if his father had known what the Wall would be like. He must have, he thought; that only made it hurt the worse.

Finally, when Cersei and Eddard have their famous conversation, Eddard mentions his many mistakes:

"I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said.

And it strikes as odd that Eddard - who was a respected Lord and loved by his people - would think that, since there was nothing in the text about his bad decisions. I believe that these mistakes are all related to Lyanna, the Rebellion and Jon. Eddard knew Lyanna didn’t love Robert, yet he didn’t explain that to him or appeal to his father, and might have felt guilt over his inaction, knowing what resulted from it (Lyanna running away and the Rebellion). It could even be that Eddard knew that Lyanna fell in love with Rhaegar and went with him willingly, but said nothing. And maybe he also wished he would have been a better father to Jon Snow.

Northanger Abbey (2007)

 dir. Jon Jones 

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