All his life, Jon Snow had existed in a kind of middle state. As the son of Lord Eddard Stark, he was a part of one of the great and powerful houses of Westeros with the whole wild and beautiful North as their land. But as a bastard instead of a trueborn child, he could never inherit name, title or honor from the family that was his in every other aspect. Even Lady Catelyn had always seemed to treat him only grudgingly as part of House Stark, a necessary inconvenience and embarrassment. Jon's main comfort was that for the most part, his half-siblings treated him as trueborn as they were, and he was content.
Then, the raven came from King's Landing and the servants at Winterfell began to chatter. They spoke of King Robert and the friendship that was shared between him and Lord Eddard. They whispered that at last, the Lord of House Stark was to be named Hand of the King. If any of it was true, it boded very ill for a bastard son. And so he left the company of his siblings to find another place he felt welcomed, the godswood.
It was no surprise that he found Daenerys there, also seeking refuge. Jon could not imagine what would be in store for the would-be princess, should the servants' whispers prove to be true. He knelt near the heart tree and gazed into the carved face. "Have you heard?" he said quietly. "All the castle casts guesses about the raven's message."
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Then, the raven came from King's Landing and the servants at Winterfell began to chatter. They spoke of King Robert and the friendship that was shared between him and Lord Eddard. They whispered that at last, the Lord of House Stark was to be named Hand of the King. If any of it was true, it boded very ill for a bastard son. And so he left the company of his siblings to find another place he felt welcomed, the godswood.
It was no surprise that he found Daenerys there, also seeking refuge. Jon could not imagine what would be in store for the would-be princess, should the servants' whispers prove to be true. He knelt near the heart tree and gazed into the carved face. "Have you heard?" he said quietly. "All the castle casts guesses about the raven's message."