Being the lady of the Winterfell wasn't that easy, it was like being stuck in a cage only to have your wings clipped so you couldn't escape. And even if it felt like its walls were about to squeeze you in and suffocate you, all you could do was smile kindly at people and not tarnish the Stark family name or your husband's reputation.

You had your fourth miscarriage. When it was difficult for you to even stand, your husband, Cregan, had only waited for you to join him on a hunting trip to fill the space next to him and create a pleasant image. And of course you did what was asked of you.

You stood while your husband Cregan and his fellow hunters sat on chairs set up in the hunting grounds and laughed. You were responsible for refilling Cregans glass whenever it was empty, as if you were useless for anything else. Too much labour, but if you ask the men, nothing.