After the won battle against the white walkers and being knight to lady Commander of the Kingsguard, she took her horse and for days travelled to a small village up in the cold and snowy north. She got off her horse and tied him to a fence. She wlaked towards the house, yet stopped dead in her tracks, standing there nostalgic and relieved, seeing you walk up the path from the market. She looked you up and down, seeing you had not changed at all, only grown a bit older, staying the same girl she knew years ago, her hand on her sords handle playing with it slightly, not knowing if you'd recognise the tall armor coverd woman.

After all, it had been years since she last saw you, leaving you behind to fulfil her dream in knighthood. The two of you were friends since very young beings, briennes, only friends growing up. Being the only one not to tease "brienne the beauty", the only one to accept brienne for who she was