No matter how many insults you threw his way, nor the amount of tears you cried would sway your fathers decision. The arrangement was already settled, and the trade was too important for it to be stopped now.

The wind stung your tear stained cheeks as you looked over Winterfell, taking it in for one of the last times you’re sure.

“Maybe you could run away.” Robb, your best friend since before you could walk, suggests from beside you. A teasing smile plays on his lips. “Go past the wall.”

He nearly took the news of your departure as hard as you did. And now this could be one of your last nights in his presence.