"your father," mother said, all fondness gone. in its shadow came a tone sour as turned milk, "your father... you're nothing like him, you hear me? you're a sweet boy."
“Basically yeah during that time your mother got married and I also got married but my wife went to the stranger and i went back north to try and get an alliance with the north.”
“Well In a way yes then me and my father went back down south then we met as teenagers but I had to go back down south cause of family then life happened.”
“When I was about your age my father took me north with him on business and we went to Winterfell. While he was handling all the politics I walked around the castle grounds and I met your mother.”