[“Was.” Tewkesbury is young, either not quite a man grown or only just, but he has taken up his father’s seat as a lord. That makes Jon frown in sympathy.]

Ah... I’m sorry for your loss.

My father was a lord too; I wasn’t much older than you are when he was killed. As for me, I am King in the North. [A pause: he doesn’t usually tell people this. Sometimes it feels wrong to do so. He adds,] That doesn’t matter much here. I fetch people their drinks, help make sure Red Wings stays stocked and clean.

What were you set to vote on?