What matter where, if I be still the same—
And what should I be? All but less than he,
Whom thunder hath made greater?
Gods be good, why would any man want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?