Jon held up a hand. "Please, no, none of that. I would rather you just call me Jon, all right? I was a bastard before I was a king and I'm never going to get used to people calling me your Grace and curtsying and bowing. I don't need it. I'm a king who fights in the vanguard and a king who works with his hands. Jon is just fine."

He smiled a little, somewhat sheepish. "Can you forget I told you?"