You were the heiress of the Southern Kingdom, but your place went to war and you were forced to flee without a way out — but you ended up joining one of the sons of the North. Bran. Bram, Hodor and Osha joined you just to walk through the depths of the forest. On one of the nights, all sitting in the snow while eating from Osha's game, the sound of branches being broken was heard making Osha grab the great spear. Bran clung to you when soon a boy not that much older than you appeared, with blond hair and gray eyes and his winter clothes. Osha didn't let her guard down as she pointed the spear at the back of his neck.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm unarmed.", he commented, but Osha didn't let himself fall. "My sister carries the weapons.", he spoke calmly when another woman, perhaps older, put a knife to Osha's neck. His eyes soon strayed to you and Bran.