"This might feel a bit unpleasant, Lady Shireen. Tell me if there is any pain," he spoke softly. She watched with trepidation as the king cut and took out a bronze dagger with black veins spread through the length of the blade. Jon Stark pricked three of his fingers and carefully raised his hand. She felt a rush of warmth underneath the greyscale, as his bloody fingers brushed along her scarred skin. Similar to the last time Jon Stark touched the greyscale. Her eyes widened-Shireen realised that he most probably checked the sickness with magic back then. The king simply smiled at her reaction and focused.