I don't want to think of the other men that want you. [He was jealous and always had been jealous. Deeply ingrained guilt flared each time he dreamed of Winterfell, claiming it as his own or killing Robb with Ice. He knew the root of it all, but it wasn't something he wished to dig up and inspect. It was easier to keep it buried, facing the fear and shame when it surfaced before disappearing.
It would be much the same with Dany. He knew she was with other men, but it didn't alter that he hated them for it and he hated that he couldn't offer her the level of dedication she deserved. An honorable union, one she could be proud of-
-but each time that thought came to him, he would see Lady Stark's eyes and remember 'You're a bastard'. A Queen needed a real lord, not one simply called "Lord Snow".]
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It would be much the same with Dany. He knew she was with other men, but it didn't alter that he hated them for it and he hated that he couldn't offer her the level of dedication she deserved. An honorable union, one she could be proud of-
-but each time that thought came to him, he would see Lady Stark's eyes and remember 'You're a bastard'. A Queen needed a real lord, not one simply called "Lord Snow".]