[He shakes his head and half-smiles, but it’s a smile that has no happiness in it.]
You weren’t prying. I spoke willingly. Returning to a home you lost may always be complicated: that was my meaning.
But I’m grateful to have had a home, a family, to have been taught things. I might as easily have been made a servant, to clean Robb’s boots and bow to Bran, when they still lived. I wasn’t raised to be a king, but I wasn’t raised to be a kennel boy or a horse groom, either.
[He doubts that she was raised to be a queen. Likely, they’ve both had to find their way as well as they could with what they did have. He couldn’t lay claim to a name like she could, but the fact of who his father was had gone far enough for it not to matter, in the absence of living trueborn Stark sons.]
no subject
You weren’t prying. I spoke willingly. Returning to a home you lost may always be complicated: that was my meaning.
But I’m grateful to have had a home, a family, to have been taught things. I might as easily have been made a servant, to clean Robb’s boots and bow to Bran, when they still lived. I wasn’t raised to be a king, but I wasn’t raised to be a kennel boy or a horse groom, either.
[He doubts that she was raised to be a queen. Likely, they’ve both had to find their way as well as they could with what they did have. He couldn’t lay claim to a name like she could, but the fact of who his father was had gone far enough for it not to matter, in the absence of living trueborn Stark sons.]