Another thought appeared in her head. Shireen was technically a ward of the king, as she had not yet reached the age of majority. He could easily force her to wed him or someone else, without even caring about her opinion and nobody would even blink. But here he was, patiently waiting for her to come to a decision. She owed him more than she could ever repay. Saving her life, curing her greyscale, and taking her under his roof. Shireen had even fantasised about becoming Jon Stark's wife a few times, but had shoved those seemingly foolish dreams in the deepest part of her mind and avoided thinking about it. Especially since all the unmarried maidens of the north had their eyes on the king already and Shireen found herself lacking in comparison.