Jon isn't really my father's son. He's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt, Lyanna Stark. He was born in a tower in Dorne. His last name isn't really Snow, it's Sand
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face
They killed me, Edd! My own brothers
You're right. We can't trust him. He attacked my father in the streets. He tried to destroy my house and my family, the same as he did yours.