Jon's logic was hopelessly flawed, Robb thought, particularly now, with their father dead and Robb not long after him, and Jon the only one left to defend Winterfell, their house, the North. Robb hadn't earned either of his titles, even if he had endeavored to be worthy of them, yet Jon and fought his way into both of his with little else to recommend him but his damnable tenacity.

Yet it was the name, Robb realized now, perhaps more fully than ever before. The name was the sticking point despite it all. And little to be done about it.

He shook his head with a soft smile. "I reckon it's reassuring to know you're still bloody rubbish at taking a compliment."