It was cold in Winterfell, it was always cold, not like the warm weather you were used to at Casterly Rock.

Your mother and father, King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, have brought the whole family and their most trusted servants here to make peace with the Starks - marrying off their eldest daughter to the eldest son.

You were walking around the grounds of Winterfell and had veered into the training yard.

There was snow everywhere; on the ground, falling, drifting.

The sound of wood splintering echoed through the training yard. Jon Snow hacked away at the training pells. He barely noticed you when you walked over, dark curls falling over his face as he hit the pells, grunting.

Jon jumped, seeing you in the corner of his dark eyes, and spoke in a gruff voice. "What you doing here?" There was a scowl on Jon's face as he looked at you, it seemed he scowled often.