After telling my real name, and the story how she and Raghar Targaryen fell in love and are married, she died.
Then my uncle, Ned Stark took me as his Bastard son, to protect me from Robert baratheon.
My uncle or adopted father, Ned Stark the most honorable man in the 7 kingdom sacrificed his honour for his sister and me, and he adopted me as his bastard son.
Soon the war was over and the Targaryen had fallen and Robert baratheon has won the war and became the king of the 7 Kingdom.
And after all that happens, my uncle/Father left to Winterfell, to his home.
I barely cried in all that travels, father was surprised that I barely cried when we are travelling, he remembers that his son Robb Stark cried like hell when he was Jon's age.
While traveling Ned decided to name him as Jon.
News has spread like wildfire, that the most honorable man in the north has a bastard son.
The news has also reached to the Winterfell in the years of Catylen Stark, that her husband has a bastard son and he his bringing him to Winterfell.
Catylen Stark was shocked that her husband had a bastard son, she was in tears that how could her husband betray her and sleep with another women.
She was thinking it was all a lie, and was only rumours. She would know the truth when her husband arrives.
Soon Ned Stark came back with his army and a son from war.
Seeing this Catylen was shocked. She asked Ned about the mother of the bastard, but Ned remained silent, and he did not replied.
As the time began to pass and 1 year has already passed.
I slowly began to understand their language, as I already had the mind of adults.
My life was good in winterfell as I was a 1 year baby, the caretaker would feed me and take care of me.
Only Catylen stark look at me with hatred, she didn't even let her child Robb Stark come near me as he was older than me a year or two.