"No, Lord Locke. Shireen Baratheon is going to be only a queen to the North. Neither she nor I have any interest in ruling anything south of the Neck and a Stark's place is in Winterfell," The King replied evenly and the old lord sat down with a somewhat satisfied expression on his face. "Three hundred years ago, Torrhen Stark bent the knee to spare the North of dragonfire. Now, with three dragons of our own, we have no such fear. House Stark will no longer bend to anyone. Not the so-called Aegon Targaryen, not the Mad King's daughter Daenerys, and certainly not Tommen Baratheon who looks more like a lion than a stag."