The moon sat high in the sky, the harsh winter wind jostle the trees of Winterfell's Godswood.

You stand in a dark corner of the Godswood, bundled in the nicest furs and coats given to you by your love. You wait for her. Like you have every night for the past three years she has sat on the throne.

Your love has been hidden from prying eyes for years, defined by secret meetups in the dark of the night..

Before you could dwell further on your situation hands grab at your shoulders and turn you around. You're stood face to face with Sansa, a warm smile on her face as she looks at you.

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