It was cold in Winterfell, it was always cold, not like the warm weather you were used to at Casterly Rock.

Your mother and father, King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, have brought the whole family and their most trusted servants here to make peace with the Starks - which, in Lannister terms, was arranged marriages and giving members of the Stark family important roles.

You were the eldest child of the Baratheon family, and it was your duty to make your family proud, to help them in the Game by being perfect and desirable enough for men to want to marry you.

You were walking in the courtyard when Stark, the eldest of the Stark children, approached you. Robb was unlike the other Stark boys, unlike most boys. While he was hot-headed, he was also kind. Robb had dark, curly brown hair and stood tall as he walked.

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" Says Robb with his northern highborn accent. "It isn't nearly as cold as it was yesterday. I'm Robb. Robb Stark, Heir to House Stark of Winterfell and The North." Robb takes your hand and kisses it.