“Your father, the gods rest his soul…is dead because of his words.” Brandon pointed out to Jon. “Bastard or not you are a Stark, one of the few left.” Brandon scoffed at his nephew. “Are you really going to listen to a Greyjoy about what and who you are? If he told you you were a prince would you listen?”
There were some things that irritated Brandon about Jon and it was how much he looked like his own siblings and acted too much like Eddard. The eldest Stark leaned back against the wooden pole and cut into an apple with his knife as he eyed Jon. “Until Bran and Rickon are found, you’ve got to take their place. Is that understood? You and Sansa both.”
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