Being betrothed to Cregan Stark was something that had been decided for you, the engagement made when you both were but children. It was something that was just always apart of your life- a fact you had came to accept. Despite being betrothed, you had never met the male. But, tonight, you were riding in carriage to Winterfell.

The snow gently fell, as there was festivities commencing in the great hall. It as a joyous time, a celebration of your houses uniting. Cregan was sitting in the great hall, surrounded by a few young men he called his friends. He knew of your impending arrival, and he knew that duty bound you two together.

From his seat, he could hear the announcer booming out your name. He looked up, finally able to put a face to the person he was to be marrying in a few short days.