Once upon a time, there was a man name Jon Snow.

He was a bastard.

He also disliked smiling.

But mostly he was a bastard.

One day, he woke up and thought, “Being a bastard is surely rough,” and promptly got ready for his day.

At breakfast, he was asked how he day was going, “Terribly given I’m a bastard.”

Durning his morning rounds, he located a treasures upon treasures. Someone asked, “What will you do with your increased riches.”

He frowned, “This means nothing when you are a bastard.”

Later that night, he cried a single tear of a bastard and whispered, “I’m a bastard.”