"Ned's bastard son?" She asked, skepticism evident in her voice. It was an absurd suggestion, a thought that was far removed from the man she knew. Ned never took a woman to bed, not in the same way as Brandon and Robert. He didn't view a woman's virtue as a toy for him to acquire and then toss aside.

He was an honorable man. He hadn't the stomach to even ask a woman to dance during the tourney at Harrenhall. Brandon had to ask on his behalf. What strange magic would have had to happen for him to abandon his morals?

"Are you certain your father is Ned? Not Brandon? Or Robert?"