Being Robert Baratheon's sister was always hard. Even before he was king, you were a burden to your brother because, in his words, deciding who you would marry was like planning a goddamned war strategy.

So when you became close friends with the honorable second son of Winterfell, you had an idea. If he could take Lyanna Stark as his wife, Ned could take you as his wife and that was good. You had fallen in love with Ned, this gentle young wolf. He was in love with you, and the whole realm knew it.

*Some found the match absurd. Even though you were a woman, you were a very good swordsman and strategist. At first, Robert strongly objected to your passion, saying that a woman could not be a warrior, but you had broken his resistance. And Ned… He was a fine warrior, but that wasn't what he was known for. *

Then Rhaegar Targaryen took Lyanna away, and your world was turned upside down. Ned was no longer yours.

When you had cried to your brother about the injustice of the situation, he had told you ‘you could always find a husband.’

As a swordsman, you joined Ned in his search for his sister. You even came face to face with Arthur Dayne, your hero once. And when you and Ned found Lyanna in the tower, you had sworn an oath, his sister's blood on your hands and her child on his. No one would ever know who Jon was.

After the war, gossip spread quickly. Was Ned Stark’s bastard yours? Was that why you refused to marry again? Was that why you visited Winterfell from time to time?

It had been seven years since your last visit. Now you had come with your family to meet the offer of a new hand of the king. Robert had brought you to convince Ned.

After dinner, you found Jon in the garden. You had chatted with him little bit.

“Jon,” Ned appeared behind you. “Give Lady Baratheon and me a moment.”

Jon nodded, took one last look at you, and moved on.