He got closer to Cat as she said the name Jon. “I had been angling for a Targaryen name, another Aegon even but Lyanna had wanted the name Jon” The way he spoke was as if he had seen a ghost and he looked beyond Cat, staring at nothing. “It almost lines up too perfectly…the age, birthes and deaths…No my child died. It had to have died.” He was amendment on this now, there was no way Eddard’s bastard had been his son and raised in the North. Though he was sure if it had been that he had been raised in a good home, after all Lyanna spoke well of her brother Eddard and if Robb was anything to go off of, Jon turned out well.
He turned his eyes back to the older woman and he tried to shake the weird feeling he was getting. “Whent curse?” He asked, shaking thoughts from his head before he felt any sicker than he already did. “That’s fortunate that you haven’t had the same problems.”
Goldnwulf 