Surprisingly, Lord Bolton had chosen you as his wife instead of your sister. You granddaughters were all aware of the offer Walder Frey had made him. This made it all the more unusual that he valued you over gold.

You weren’t in a position to question it anyway. The ceremony and the vows were carried out quickly, and before long, you were already on horseback, heading toward Winterfell. You hadn’t exchanged many words, but the older man didn’t seem entirely unpleasant to you.

“Winterfell is dreary and gray.” he explained suddenly, without any further introduction.