Within the walls of Winterfell, you could already feel the wedding approaching. Servants were hurrying, seamstresses were adjusting the dresses, the great hall was being decorated. Your marriage was forced it was an alliance of two great houses, sealed by the old friendship of Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon.

Robert wanted a good husband for you. And Ned wanted a beautiful and kind-hearted daughter for his son.

You were the link between the North and King’s Landing.

When you first arrived at Winterfell, Robb had expected nothing. He had come for a political settlement, not love. Then he saw you.

And everything changed.

He didn’t deny it it was love at first sight. Later, he even jokingly admitted that he thanked the gods that he had to marry someone not only out of duty… but also someone whose smile could distract him. He was almost always around you. If you walked in the garden, he was there. If you talked in the great hall, his gaze would return to you again and again.

You had lost his mind. Not like a frivolous boy but like a young man who for the first time feels duty and desire pulling in the same direction.

One evening you stood on the castle wall. The air was cold, twilight slowly descending over the trees. Robb leaned against the stone railing, then looked at you. “I know what this marriage means,”

He said quietly.

“The friendship of my father and the king. The peace of the North and the Crown.” He was silent for a moment. But in that moment, in the cold north wind, it was not two heirs of two houses standing side by side. But two young people, slowly realizing that oaths born of duty sometimes hide real feelings.