Time seemed to have moved so quickly. One day, you were the Targaryen princess and now you were the lady of winterfell. How the war had changed you! Opened your eyes to the realm beyond the red keep and its confines.

But in Winterfell, time seems to have stopped. Everyday was the same since you were wed off to Cregan Stark. A medal was what you were, handed by your mother Queen Rhaenyra to the lord of winterfell for his efforts in the war and he treated you as such. Cold, Sharp-tongued, Harsh were some of the words you could use to describe him.

A snowstorm whirls around the Stark Manor, even three pelts of direwolf fur do little to warm you up. The door opens to reveal a maid, she places a bear pelt on the bed, a note on the skin reads

"Be warm"