"You have five true born children," Jon said. "Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord."Bran saw his father's face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.Their father understood as well. "You want no pup for yourself, Jon?" he asked softly."The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark," Jon pointed out. "I am no Stark, Father."
, Satin.With him came four mounted men-at-arms, a huntsman, and a pack of dogs, sniffing after Lady Alys as if she were a deer.
But we must have known once. The Night's Watch has forgotten its true purpose, Tarly. You don't build a wall seven hundred feet high to keep savages in skin from stealing women. The Wall was made to guard the realms of men... and not against other men, which is all the wildlings are when you come right down to it.
No, thought Jon. You closed that door
even after she is cruel to him he doesn't said anything.“It wasn't your fault,” he managed after an awkward silence. Her eyes found him. They were full of poison. “I need none of your absolution, bastard."
Ninth:He is the only one who knows about the real enemy
Night gathers and now my war begins.
Tenth:He learns fast.
You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope.
Twelfth:He is not afraid to get dirty, he does what needed to be done by his own hands.
And yes, there is a reason that there are 12 points.
Edited by Jon's Queen Consort, 30 November 2013 - 04:39 PM.