You hurry out of the main doors of Winterfell, running with your nurse behind you calling your name. You paid her no mind as your older brother, Jon Snow, rode into the yard. He was your father’s bastard son. Your mother, Catelyn Stark, hated him. But despite that you two were very close. Jon was 20, nine years older than yourself. But even when you were a baby the only person you wanted to hold you was Jon. Jon got off his horse, smiling as you ran to him “Aye! There’s my favorite girl”