[The disgust is apparent to him, and he doesn’t know whether he likes it or not. He will always defend his people, but it’s near impossible for him to defend how many of them treat bastard children.]

Not any longer. For me, maybe not at all. I was raised in my father’s house as a brother to his trueborn children; it was others who made sure I knew what I was. Most highborn men send their bastards off to be raised apart from their families, or give them work serving the trueborn children. My father’s trueborn sons are no longer living, so I…

[He shrugs. He has been given a position that he’s very proud of, in terms of what it says about the trust they place in him, but that he feels he has no right to.]

I do as well as I can for his bannermen. I try to deserve their trust.

It’s different with your people? Who are they?