RIP Jon Snow - the bastard of Winterfell

Today we lost our beloved character Jon Snow.

Ned took him home as a baby to protect him from his friend, whom he trusted like a brother. A friend whom he still trusted 14 years later.

Ned bragged about how Robert killed Rhaegar with a hamner, Jons real father - on the Trident, making Roberts tales hero tales. And the kids loved them.

His uncle Ned also never thought about Jons real father in years. He knew that Jon was a king, yet he let Cat treat him like rubbish. Lyanna wanted Jon to be safe, yet still his uncle would not allow him to the Watch, where all his titles would be layed down. Ned knew Jons family served at the Wall. And yet Ned did not want Jon to be safe.

Ned thought of broken promises later, when Jon was already at the Wall.

Jon, you were brought up as a bastard. You had a good life, had sword training and lived in a castle. You never belonged though and you felt lost and angry.

But this is what made you who you were. A bastard. This is what made you strong. The Watch believed in you. Until they betrayed you.

You always did what you thought was right. Just as your uncle tought you. And it got you killed.

Yet you arised from the Dead. A man, not a boy any more. You fought the battles and won the Northern Lords trust.

The bastard of Winterfell became King in the North.

Today we lost you, Jon Snow. We lost you to your true identity. You are Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, two people who were selfish and caused the death of thousands.

They put their love for each other atop everything and everyone. Because of them, your uncle and grandfather found death, your other grandparents were killed and forced into exile. Because of them your true half siblings were slaughtered. Because of them the realm bled.

We do not want to judge a child because of the crimes the parents made.

But your parents also killed Jon Snow. They killed your identity, all you build up for yourself and they condemn you now to an even more difficult road.

Jon Snow died and the North won't accept a Targaryen ruler. All what you have worked for was for nothing.

You sacrificed Ghost over your Targaryen blood.

And the greatest sacrifice you need to make: love. You finally found a woman to love and she loves you. But also this will be taken away from you, Aegon Targaryen.

We will never forget you, Jon Snow. We will never forget the anti-hero we so much loved, because he felt real.

I wish you good fortune in the wars to come, Aegon Targaryen, king of Clichea, Prince that was promised, future dragonrider, rightful heir to the iron throne, the last hero, Azor Ahai and wielder of Lightbringer.

I won't follow you, I will not bend the knee. Because you are unreal to me. You are a God.

A God of cliche.