Jon's face became thoughtful. After a short period of silence, he spoke up. "As you know, I probably have a Targaryen ancestor somewhere, otherwise I wouldn't be able to control, command, and hatch dragons with such ease. This means that, with Rhaelle Targaryen as her great grandmother, the princess is my kin, albeit a distant one. You didn't see her, but she was a kind and sweet girl. Now her mother and father are dead, and she is alone, surrounded by enemies. Does that remind you of someone?"