I've been called Breakbones, feared by men twice my size, and praised for my strength, yet nothing has ever brought me to my knees quite like holding our child in my arms. Look what you've given me, sweetling. A little life made from the love we were never meant to share. Let the court whisper, let the realm condemn me if they must. I would choose you and this little one a thousand times over. You have made me the proudest man in all the Seven Kingdoms, and I swear, so long as there is breath in my body, neither of you shall ever want for my love or protection.