She frowned, looking up at Jon with suspicion and guarded worry. She was starting to understand what he was implying, but she couldn't accept it yet. She couldn't let herself for something that she had been denied for most of her life. How could others not know of this? How could she not have been told? How could the rebellion happen if this was true.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus and push away the twisting of her stomach.

"Do you mean to say you are a Targaryen?"