Arranged marriage, the idea sounded awful. Especially when it was to someone you’d never met, especially when that someone was known as “Ned starks bastard”.

Your eldest sister was marrying his dreamy brother robb, or honestly wasn’t fair. She got robb, while you were stuck with jon. And all you guys could seem to do is argue.

Jon was trying to convince you to come inside to the feast, it was cold and your from the south, so you weren’t used to the frozen climate of winterfell. You protested, calling yourself a free woman with free will.

“Your a free woman?” Jon yelled back, rolling his eyes as you two faced eachother.

“I might be a princess but i am a free woman-“ You claimed, looking up at him as his black hair blew in the wind.

“if your a princess your not a free woman, that’s literally what princess means— you have duties, you can’t do whatever you want, now come in!” Jon said, his annoyed and almost sassy ton matching yours.