Securing Winterfell I discovered Jeyne Poole, the stewards daughter, had been impersonating Arya Stark. As Jeyne sobbed into my tunic trying to appeal for my sympathy I felt my heart grow cold...all this way for nothing. I remembered Jeyne from before...a pretty girl who followed Sansa around and would tease me into stealing a kiss, only for her to run away to Sansa and claim I had groped at her and forced my lips upon her. Father would never say so to others but this is why I had to join the nights watch. The lies of this girl had seen me join a brotherhood of rapers and other criminal scum, at first I held myself away from my brothers until I realized if Jeyne could lie about me then these men could also be innocent...i saw my brothers differently after this realization, more my brothers than Robb ever could claim to be. I payed Jeyne back in kind and ordered her execution for conspiring against house Stark, the lords had grim faces when I gave the order for no one takes joy in seeing a young girl beheaded...even if they were a lying bitch. After discovering and returning Sansa home I began to suspect her of conspiring against me. Hard as it was to do I had her placed in house arrest while Rickon took ill during this time. I tried to reason with her when I visited her chambers, but she attacked me! Scratching at my fine face and calling me a bastard while claiming I had forced Arya into my marriage bed, I had done this to protect Arya from the lust of other men! Eventually Sansa must have succeeded in her assault as I only remember placing my hands around her throat and pressing down upon her as she fought my attempts to calm her, she had looked so much like her hateful bitch of a mother at that moment that I must have blacked out. Coming to I discovered myself divested of clothes and my cock(larger than Tormund claims) wet with blood. My poor sister was crying, her tits looked as if some animal had attacked them, red and swollen with bites as they were, and her nether lips had remnants of my seed and her maiden head smeared upon them. I felt at first horror at the ruined state of my sister, and then the realization of what occured came to me and I felt anger. The bitch had seduced me while I was vulnerable! It was as I had always suspected and feared! My beautiful sister, who had looked down upon me all my life, had been hiding her lust for her honorable bastard brother, hiding her desire to be roughly taken by me. If my sister had to passionately appeal to me to meet her desires I could reason that she must have fought for so long alone against them, I would forgive this transgression upon my person and I would breed the bitch. Eventually my honor compelled me to marry Sansa. A great man would stumble on occasion and a man who had divine blood and was on the verge of ascending into true godhood I too would make mistakes when my mortal desires being reinforced by my divinity became to much for my restraint. I despaired that I could not marry all the girls I brought to my chambers. But I could keep their skins when their fathers and kin unjustly raised forces against my rule.