[ The way in which he receives the jab and does not wound back both enflames her anger and cows her with shame. He did not deserve that, but she is so incredibly confused that she has no idea in how else to respond. She hugs herself with shoulders hunched, a decidedly childish stance that nobody in this realm has had to witness. It feels impossible to remain as Alayne when her past is right here, talking of a future that is more unnatural than any magic she's witnessed. ]

Left the Watch? They just let you go, did they? Or did you fake your death, assuming nobody would bat an eye at another Northern bastard named Jon? Even if that were true, they would never choose one to be King.

[ She's too indignant to apologize, focusing off to the side of him instead of looking at that wounded face, clinging foolishly to the only defense she has when feeling ignorant and confused: words for weapons. The reminder that they are the only ones alive doesn't help, though she knows she should be holding onto it for support instead of flinging it into the cold mud. ]

Between you and I, I think you know who has more of a claim to Winterfell. What game do you play at?