"That's a lovely name, Bethany. It's one that gets used in Westeros sometimes," Jon said. There had been a woman of some house in the south with that name; Jon had overheard the lessons his lord father had given Robb and tried to commit as much to memory as he could even though he knew he'd never be a Lord of Winterfell.

And now? Now he was apparently the King in the North.

"Why wouldn't you want her to come here, though? Wouldn't it be good to have her here, know that she was safe?"