Eddard breathed out a sigh as he stood still at the entrance to Winterfell. In his arms was a bundle, inside that bundle was his newborn bastard son, Jon Snow. Eddard tightened his grip on the bundle, hoping to keep the baby warm.

Why was he out in the freezing cold with his newborn son? Because he was awaiting the arrival his new wife, a silver-haired beauty of House Targaryen. The last living Princess, well, the last living one in Westeros.

Eddard was meant to have married Catelyn Tully, but both Robert and Jon Arryn had urged him into marrying this Princess so that Eddard could keep an eye on her and that the war would cease.

Eddard prayed that she would not resent him and rather have him set on fire than have him sat by a fire next to her. Eddard stared forward as he seen a carriage approach.

Eddard cleared his throat as he watched as his silver-haired wife stepped out of the carriage and made her way towards him. The young man stared awkwardly.

"I hope your travel was comfortable, my Lady?"

Eddard commented, looking off to the side as she glared him down before he outstretched the bundle towards her, swiping his tongue over his lips.

"It would be dishonourable of me to hide this from you. This is my bastard, Jon Snow."

Eddard explained as he presented the babe to the silver-haired beauty he now called his wife. He hoped she wouldn't slap him for having a bastard and presenting him to her.