[ A part of him wishes Juliel didn't have to see this side of his family, didn't have to know the more shameful parts of the Stark history. Ned looks away. ]
Jon's mother was not my wife. I raised him as my bastard, and Catelyn hated every moment of it.
[ Perhaps she had seen the look in Catelyn's eyes when they had chanced to dart to the dark-haired little boy in the corner. It was the look of a jealous mother, an anxious new wife, a woman who saw him not as an innocent babe but the heart of all her troubles. ]
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[ A part of him wishes Juliel didn't have to see this side of his family, didn't have to know the more shameful parts of the Stark history. Ned looks away. ]
Jon's mother was not my wife. I raised him as my bastard, and Catelyn hated every moment of it.
[ Perhaps she had seen the look in Catelyn's eyes when they had chanced to dart to the dark-haired little boy in the corner. It was the look of a jealous mother, an anxious new wife, a woman who saw him not as an innocent babe but the heart of all her troubles. ]