Stannis’s lips press together into a thin line. He cannot stand fools, he’s never found them amusing and his daughter jokes sometimes that he’s forgotten how to laugh. So the fact that this man is stuttering and exuding fear doesn’t exactly endear him to the king. But, contrary to what people might think he doesn’t have an empty heart either.

Stannis might have come here with clothes to survive behind the wall, but this man clearly hasn’t. If Stannis was already feeling the unforgiving bite of the cold either this man must be close to freezing. His hand never leaves the hilt of his sword, but he does motion with his head inside.

“No need, the fire is strong enough to protect us both with its light. But know that I will keep an eye on you and any possible weapons you might conceal. I assure you my aim is true.”