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PART 2:    • What If Ned Stark Told Catelyn TRUTH ...   #gameofthronestheories #whatif #robbstark #CatelynStark #nedstark #tywinlannister #cerseilannister #jaimelannister #westeroshistory #alternatehistory #theory #explained #houselannister #housestark #VisionsOfValyria #ironthrone Valar Morghulis What If Ned Told Catelyn the TRUTH About Jon? Let’s explore the possibilities that might have been. Winterfell, Late 297 AC – Just months before King Robert’s royal procession is due to arrive in the North, the ancestral seat of House Stark rests beneath a pale, wintry moon. Inside the solar adjoining their bedchamber, Eddard Stark paces, hands clasped behind his back. The air smells faintly of old parchment and beeswax candles. Catelyn Stark, seated on a wooden chair near the hearth, watches her lord husband’s troubled face. Catelyn Stark: “Ned, you’ve barely spoken all evening. Is something amiss?” Eddard Stark (quietly): “Cat, there is a truth I’ve carried too long. It weighs on my heart every day. I have been… unjust to you and to another who dwells beneath this roof.” Catelyn stiffens. Ever since they wed, a shadow followed their marriage: Jon Snow, believed by all to be Ned’s bastard, a living reminder of some unknown liaison. Catelyn can feel her chest tighten. She recalls years of resentment, the silent pain of his presence. Catelyn Stark: “This concerns Jon, does it not?” Eddard Stark: “He is not my son by any woman. Not Ashara Dayne, nor any camp follower. His mother was Lyanna, my sister, who died in my arms. His father… was Rhaegar Targaryen.” The words land like a hammer blow. Catelyn’s immediate reaction is disbelief, her eyebrows knitting tight. Catelyn Stark: “Rhaegar Targaryen? Lyanna Stark? Gods, Ned, what are you saying?” Ned’s voice trembles softly as he explains the events at the Tower of Joy after Robert’s Rebellion: Lyanna’s whispered plea, her labor and death, and his solemn oath to protect the babe—the last Targaryen of Rhaegar’s line, born in love, not rape as the realm believed. He recalls the blood-stained bed, the promise she forced from him. Eddard Stark: “I called him my bastard to shield him from Robert’s wrath. The realm would kill him if his parentage were known. I kept this from you to keep you safe as well. But I have seen your anguish, Cat—your coldness toward Jon, who bears no blame. He is family. He is my sister’s child, your nephew by marriage. He belongs here, in Winterfell, as a Stark—and more.” Catelyn’s hands grip the arms of her chair. Confusion wars with anger and relief. She had always believed Ned fathered Jon outside their marriage. Now, the truth is stranger, yet purer. Her pride bristles—Ned hid this for fifteen years—Jon is nearly a man grown now. But as the anger ebbs, a calm realization emerges: Jon is not a threat to her children’s inheritance in the way a bastard might be. He is kin, born of Ned’s beloved sister, making him no less than blood of her blood. Catelyn Stark (softly): “I… I do not know what to feel. You kept this secret for so long. You let me hate him, Ned. You let me believe he was your shame.” Ned’s shoulders sag. Eddard Stark: “I know. I beg forgiveness. I could not risk anyone learning the truth. Rhaegar’s son would be a threat to King Robert and the Lannisters. For Jon’s life, I carried this burden. But I can bear it alone no longer.” Silence stretches. In the corridor, a distant sound of boots on stone. Catelyn thinks of Jon: his earnest demeanor, quiet loyalty, how he mirrors Ned’s sense of honor. How cruelly she treated him—no kind word, no maternal warmth. Guilt knots her stomach. Catelyn Stark: “If he is Lyanna’s boy, then he is Stark blood through and through. A Targaryen on his father’s side—but he shows no signs of madness. Ned… does he know?” Ned shakes his head. Eddard Stark: “No, and he must not—not yet. The realm is not safe for a Targaryen prince. But I trust you, Cat. He deserves a mother’s care, not suspicion. We must keep this secret between us, at least until the time is right.” Catelyn presses a hand to her heart. Her mind drifts to their children—Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon—and how Jon could find a true place among them. A seed of sympathy blossoms within her. Catelyn Stark: “I will try, Ned. I will treat him as I would my sister’s child. He is family. I… I swear it.” Ned’s relief is palpable, tears glistening unshed in his eyes. Days later, in the courtyard of Winterfell… Jon Snow, practicing archery with Robb and Theon, looses an arrow that finds its mark. Catelyn watches from the gallery. Before, she would have turned away, dismissing him as a blemish on her family’s honor. Now, she observes him carefully. He has Lyanna’s grey eyes and earnest determination. Standing beside Robb, he is of a height, both nearing manhood’s threshold. She approaches, and Jon lowers his bow, surprised by her presence.