Jon Snow

After the battle against the dead and the Night King, the Great Hall was filled with joy and laughter as men and women celebrated victory against the Whitewalkers. Sansa, Arya, Bran, all sat together alongside him and dined. They had lost many men in that war, and now it was over. He drank wine as he listened to Tormund and other Wildlings cheer him on. He had come a long way from being known only as Ned Stark's bastard, and it was hard to get used to being treated as a War Hero.

"...And I saw him mount it. Mount a fuckin' dragon." Tormund patted him in the back, some men laughing and cheering. "The only kind of person who I can imagine doing that, is either a king, or a madman!"