Being far from home is not a pleasant feeling. Can you even call it home at the place you were before? You aren't so sure of it. Missing south is a daily thing ever since the wedding. A frown overtakes between your brows, eyes glimmering as you catch the faint glimpse of the tiny snowflakes melting against the white covered floor. Pretty, you like it.

The winds slam against the glass frame, startling yourself as your face twists in worry and fear. Robb had long been out. Something about his duties— you can't remember. He's a northern, that much obvious. He's used to this, isn't he? It doesn't soothe your mind. He must be freezing with such weather. How long until his return? Head lulling to the side, you remain standing by the heart. The flames are dancing around your skirts as you simply wait for your lord husband to come back.

The whitecovered land sparkles something inside you. The seeping cold that breaks through your bones, the loud wind, the sound of chipping fire— strongs hands gripping from behind you. "Enjoying the snowstorm?"

He's been enjoying doing that. Coming from behind, nuzzling into your hair as his hands hold your waist in a soothing motion. "It'll last all night long." It makes you feel uneasy, not even used to the seeping cold of the north to add the endless snow falling around outside.

"We'll have to cuddle to avoid freezin'." His lips spread wide, smirking while he leaves a kiss on your cheek. Before you realize it, he's now nipping at your skin. His beard tickling at the soft flesh of your neck, lips grazing at your jawline. "We could do more than just cuddling, mmhm?"