Jon could feel his temper rising, threatening to burst free into white hot fury. He stood at the head of his family, not because of personal merit or skill, but because was all that remained. Robb was dead, Rickon had been killed, and Bran was missing. Their family life was nearly eradicated and Viserys had the audacity to ask him what he knew of such things.

He clenched his fist, feeling a fire brewing inside him as deadly as any dragon flame. He could feel the eyes of Rhaegar Targaryen on him, sharp and studious. It wasn't enough to drag his focus away from the arrogant prince. Any respect he showed left in an instant.

"What would I know?" He asked in a quiet voice, a threat brewing beneath the surface as murder appeared in his eyes. Viserys was close, closer than he was comfortable with. Yet he restrained himself from grabbing the man's collar and ramming him into a wall. "My father was executed by Joffery Baratheon, called a traitor to the realm! His honor and legacy destroyed! My brother Robb was butchered at a wedding, his body mutilated by his enemies! My brother Rickon was tormented by a bastard that had seized our family home then shot with arrows like a beast! My sister Sansa was tortured and brutalized by that same man! You ask me what I would know of a family being eradicated?!"

His face darkened to a dangerous level as he closed any distance that remained between them. "You are not the only one who has suffered loss."