The Story of Rebecca Snow (Game of Thrones fic)

Who Am I?

Dear Becca

Your mother always told me this day would come, warned me one day you would want to know your roots, as it were. You know you're not ours by blood, but that didn't stop me and your mother from treating you like one.

I could practically hear the resigned sigh as the next paragraph began...

During Robert's Rebellion, I was his right hand man. So while he was caving in chests and sampling whores, I was doing the tracking of my sister Lyanna. She'd been abducted by Rhaegar Targaryen, or so we thought. It turns out her and the young Dragon were in love. Damn silly if you ask me but you try changing Lyanna's mind... anyway. At the end of the war, we found her hidden away in Dorne, guarded by three of the Kingsguard. Once we got through them, we found Lyanna in bed clutching the tiniest pair of babies in her arms you've ever seen. Littler than Rickon as a baby they were, with dark Stark hair. But only one was hers.

While I was in the south I... I had an affair. With some servant that ended up bearing my bastard. My son. I never realised that the servant was, for all intents and purposes, Lyanna's maid. All I knew was that my beloved sister was holding two children in her arms and sobbing. The maid had died in childbirth, she lay in the corner. And Lyanna looked up at me and whispered;