Terenas: Ah, my son...
Arthas: You no longer need to sacrifice for your people. You no longer need to bear the weight of your crown. I've taken care of everything.
[Arthas approaches Terenas and draws his sword]
Terenas: What is this? What are you doing, my son?
Arthas: Succeeding you, Father.
[Arthas impales Terenas; Terenas lets out a death rattle and his crown falls to the floor, broken and blood-stained.]
Arthas: This kingdom shall fall, and from the ashes shall arise a new order that will shake the very foundations of the world!
Long has the Storm Crown languished, with no worthy brow to sit upon.
By our breath we bestow it now to you in the name of Kyne, in the name of Shor, and in the name of Atmora of old.
You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North. Hearken to it.
— The Greybeards'' as they formally acknowledge the Dragonborn, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Lord Umber: There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to. The King in the North!
Lord Karstark: I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle and their iron chair as well. The King in the North!
Lady Mormont: The King of Winter!
— The banner-men of the North, crown their Lord Paramount, Robb Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire
I know I cannot serve the Chapter in the same manner as before. But, you Gabriel... Chapter Master is fitting. None shall find you wanting.
— Apollo Diomedes, Space Marine Ending, Dawn of War II: Retribution