"Old habits die hard," Jon said, huffing out a short, sharp laugh. "You are a lady, Margaery, and I am a bastard who got upjumped to a king. It's not a mantle I'm comfortable bearing just yet."

If he ever returned to Winterfell, though, that was something he would have to be used to, being called a king. He only hoped that he'd be worthy of it, that he would be a good lord like his father had been.