She doesn't mind being called the White Witch, those who call her that tend to do so with respect, but who matters is Jon. It doesn't matter to her much after that what any mortal thinks, or any of their peers, for that matter.

Effortlessly straddling his hips, her hands casually begin working on the fastenings of his clothing.

"One dog who caught the back leg of an easily spooked horse. The family wanted to reward me with a puppy," she says with a soft laugh. "Would you like me to go back for it?"