“You’ll see a hundred castles,” he promised her… “We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re going to not die, Ygritte. You’re not.”
No, I will not think about Ygritte.
And you, Stark.
He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon’s mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me.
Because sullen Jon Snow in the snow.
asoiaf challenge : favourite bastard(s) [4/4]
→ jon snow
Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb. I made a botch of that. Robb had become a hero king; if Jon was remembered at all, it would be as a turncloak, an oathbreaker, and a murderer. He was glad that Lord Eddard was not alive to see his shame. I should have stayed in that cave with Ygritte. If there was a life beyond this one, he hoped to tell her that. She will claw my face the way the eagle did, and curse me for a coward, but I’ll tell her all the same.
I also did not realize until reading (listening) that Jon Snow was supposed to be so young? Poor kid, wow