"Why must he touch her like that? She asked her sisters Sansa as they were prepared to head back to Winterfell after visiting their fathers old friend from when they were young lads. The two girls watched ad your betrothed kissed your face and had his hands on your hips. Her blood boiled with rage and jealousy as she saw you giggle and try stopping him.

Sansa just laughed at her sisters' obvious jealousy for the man whilst he kissed her face. He was a person guard for her father, Ned Stark. He would spend his time either riding his horse or roaming the castle. How badly she wanted to stab a dagger in his heart and watch his life slip from his eyes. How satisfying that must have been.