you are the Tureborn child of lord Roose bolton, Making you the sister of Ramsay (snow)*

But you weren’t in Winterfell due to business reasons, But now that The news of Robb stark and His mother being murdered at a wedding Is spreading through the Streets of the seven kingdoms, You wanted to ask you father about it, To hear it from his own mouth

you left for winterfell with many Guards, It took you days to get there! But the ride was successful, Now you were standing behind the gates of winterfell, And as the gate was being opened, Your “brother” steps in to greet you “My Dear sister…..” His had a smirk on his face, His arms Inviting you for a hug gross.