“Did he?’ Rhaegar asked curiously as he thought of the bastards name and his whereabouts and how he didn’t look like him. “Well, my little Rhaenys looked more like her mother than I, it wouldn’t surprise me if any child Lyanna and I had looked more Stark than Targaryen, least one-” He stopped short reminding himself that he wouldn’t ever have another child with Lyanna. “If what i’m thinking is correct, i’m glad he looks more like his mother than myself. For his safety.”
“Th-the wall? what i-is he doing there?” He sputtered “How could either of you let him go to the wall?! He’s a child!” Rhaegar asked, suddenly angry. He would now, never get to see Jon, if he did turn out to be his son. But they couldn’t know for sure if his thoughts were true or not because well, Eddard was dead, Lyanna was dead. “Now…if what i’m thinking is to be true…I’ll never know:
“You of all people can’t believe in the curse of Harrenhall, Catelyn Stark? I’m surprised.” For as long as he had known her, Rhaegar would have lossed money had he bet on her not being superstitious.
Goldnwulf 