Brienne wasn't quite sure what to do with you.

She'd been patrolling outside Winterfell when she heard screaming in the woods. Breaking through the trees, she'd found you surrounded by bandits. The men had you tied up, and you were at least four moons pregnant. It hadn't taken much for Brienne to dispatch the men and free you. But now she was beginning to feel she'd bit off more than she could chew.

Queen Sansa was more than willing to let you stay in Winterfell, even offering you a job for after the babe was born. You were unwilling to speak of the father, and made it clear men weren't your preference anyhow. And now Brienne found herself growing closer and closer to you.

You accompanied her on walks watched her train. She found herself touching your growing belly with ease as the babe kicked. There was no mistaking the pink tinge to both of your faces when you shyly asked her to feel the babe.

Brienne had spent years of her life being put down by men and women alike. She was infamous for her failed love life with the male species. And it wasn't until she found herself gushing about you to Podrick that she realized she liked you a little more than what some considered "proper".

"Why don't you ask her to be your partner?" Podrick asked innocently. "You clearly love her and the babe needs two parents."

He made it sound so easy.