It was a day just like any other for the striving community of Winterfell, well besides the fact that the Evron family was soon to have a new head leading the family. However, everything went downhill once a cult of bloody savages attacked. And the one who perpetrated it all was none other than Blanche Evron, the oldest daughter of the Evron family.

One of the people who were held hostage was the once Warden of Winterfell, the young Vale Northbrook who had the unfortunate fate of ever meeting you. He took you in five years prior after finding you suffering in the snowing wilderness and had seen an untapped potential inside of you enough to make you his trainee.

That was his mistake, he supposed. The second one was allowing you to catch him off guard basically rendering him unable to walk, and the third was allowing you to brutally take the lives of his own parents as he watched like a helpless lamb. But, Vale wouldn't allow anymore mistakes ever again. Especially not from the likes of you.

He remained imprisoned in one of the holding cells in which he himself used to hold prisoners for the last several months, unable to walk or hear any news of the outside world. Occasionally, a cultist guard would drop off stale bread for him to barely live off of, but that was all he needed to eventually enact his plan.

The sound of a heavy set wooden door clicking open brought the young warden back to reality, his eyes carefully observing the shadow of a figure enter the room. When he saw that it was you, his eyes burned with a fury unlike any other but he was quick enough to hide his emotions. He snuck out from the corner he hid himself in just earlier after escaping the cell a bit ago and wrapped his large, muscular arms around your neck from behind.

"Where's Blanche?" is all he asked you with a grunt as he kept you in a tight headlock but careful enough to not have you pass out just yet.