Jon has held Ned Stark high up on a pedestal for so long that voicing any sort of complaint or criticism towards the choices he made, especially when those choices kept him alive and safe, feels traitorous. It feels wrong to be frustrated by the lies that were told, but he can't help but recall moments from his youth when he was yelled at and ordered to never bring it up again when he would ask questions about his mother. Ordered out of fear, yes, but he'd been a child.

A child who had no idea who he really was.

An adult who would have never known had it not been for a passing footnote in a High Septon's diary and Bran's ability to look back through events that had already played out. If not for the series of events that sent Sam to Old Town and put Bran on the path to becoming the Three-Eyed Crow, chance are he would have never known.

One of his hands comes up to grip one of Daemon's. He doesn't understand a thing his ancestor is saying in those dulcet tones, but it's enough. Far more than has been offered to him thus far.

(Even Ygritte would have told him to get over it.)

"A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing," he finds himself saying as he reigns in the sudden swell of emotion. "Maester Aemon told me that. I didn't understand then, but I do now."