[She laughed in response. Even if Sansa hadn't told him about Margaery, she imagined he would have figured out that she was opinionated from that first meeting. She hadn't withheld her thoughts from him then, perhaps even going a bit far. Somehow, he didn't seem to let that bother him. He married her, after all.]

So long as you remember that for when you disagree with me.

[He had a mind of his own as well and that stubbornness was likely to clash with her own at a later date. For now, they seemed to get on well enough together...for the short time that they were in each other's company.

She followed his prompting, lying back against the furs and pillows as well. She rolled to her side, allowing her a better look at him, her proximity still close to his own.]

I think...after we settle matters here, we should consider traveling to each of the Seven Kingdoms before we return to Winterfell. It would let the wardens see you and swear fealty to you in person. You would also better see the realms that are yours.

[He hadn't told her that he was considering the Iron Throne, but it was his by right, whether he wanted it or not. He asked for her opinion and she gave it fully. He should be King.]