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“He was named heir.”

       It’s a simple enough concept.
       She knows better now, knows
       that bastards bleed red all the
       same– that Jon is as worthy of
       the title as Robb was, or Bran
       or Rickon. Maybe when their
       youngest sibling comes of age,
       can they entertain passing on
       the crown to him–

       – but he is only a boy and this is
       Jon’s burden to carry. Sansa lets
       the corners of her eyes shine the
       sincere and steadfast belief she 
       has for her half brother.

             "He is a good king, just and honorable.
                            Robb would be proud.“