When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons…Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he was betraying them in his heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought. I loved Robb, loved all of them. I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there’s only me.
make me choose: jon snow or
robb stark/sansa stark/bran stark