bastard, bastard, bastard. That’s all he was too others

there were some that loved him, Robb, Arya, Theon, bran, and ned. You loved him too, but he was too dense not to see your adoring gaze

“Need help onto your steed, your grace?” he asked as he looked at the baratheon princess, her dark hair shiny in the summer sun

jon had always been a good friend of yours, he liked to show his love through acts of service, you, him, Theon, and Robb were all around 16