It was the middle of winter in the North. It was a bone chilling dry cold that seemed to seep through the very walls of the castle of Winterfell. Cregan's wife, the princess of Dorne was spending her first winter here, to say she hated it was a wild understatement. She wished she was back in her childhood home where the coldest time was fall and the wildlife was out all year round.

She was currently in her marriage chambers, attempting to read a book by the fire that could never be big enough. Her husband Cregan walked in, as burly as ever. He smiled slightly when he saw she had every single blanket she could find on top of her.

"Warm enough, wife?" He said sitting on the couch across from her.