This man came into my house as a guest, and there conspired to murder my son. A boy of 10.
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
I know how to swing a sword
When I last saw you, you were a boy. A fearless boy. Loved to climb the castle walls, frighten his mother