I don’t know why my brain’s been stuck on this for the last two days, but here you go. This is what happens when I’m otherwise working. A Song of Ice and Fire reimagined as being written by Lin-Manuel Miranda. Cue the music!
How can a bastard, son of a kidnapped princess,
born in the Tower of Joy with no witness,
secreted away as the product of a mistress,
become the heir apparent ’n inherit the whole business?
Disrespected and rejected by his adoptive mother
A childhood smothered by the shadow of his brother
Was given no quarter
Was treated like an ‘Other’
At fourteen, he left for the Wall to join the Black Brothers.
While to the South the Starks were being slaughtered and scattered,
His father was beheaded, his brother got his at a wedding,
But Jon had sworn his vows to hold no lands nor be a dad, for
The family he chose were the only ones that mattered.
His life at Castle Black as a steward was demanding
Fought with his fellow Crows, so he needed some reprimanding,
Commander Mormont’s praises earned him ridicule and slander.
But in just two years they voted him Lord Commander.
Well, the War broke out, and his homeland went insane, man.
The Northern Banners only rally round the Stark name, and
The last Stark’s gone and only Snow remains, but
Can a bastard bring honor to his name? What’s his name, again?
Stark, or a Targaryen.
Am I a Stark or a Targaryen?
Don’t know whose legacy I’m carryin’.
They call me Snow,
But I don’t know…