Robb was sat at a crowded table. The royal family was in Winterfell, had been for a week. Robb had been betrothed to the kings oldest as long as he could remember, he briefly remembered meeting when they were children, but that was years ago.

Now he was married, to someone he didn’t know. The ceremony was brief, but the feasts seemed to go through the night.

He tried to busy himself with eating rather than celebrating.