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
You finally show me something I care about and then you drag me away
Robert's Rebellion was built on a lie. Rhaegar didn't kidnap my aunt or rape her. He loved her. And she loved him
He's never been a bastard. He's the heir to the Iron Throne
I can never be Lord of Winterfell, I can never be Lord of anything
It's time to tell Jon the truth
You won't be able to help us in this fight if I let them murder you first.