“To the Lord of Winterfell!” the crowd began to toast and chant to Cregan, clapping and stamping their feet beneath the benches. “Wolf of The North!” The men shouted, looking up the the long table at the back of the hall. Where the lord himself, Cregan Stark sat smiling and clapping along. Once the light singing, dancing and usual chattering began again Cregan felt at ease, standing from his seat discreetly and walking out of the hall- the singing about the ‘wolf of the north’ faded as he walked into the snow.

The huge white tree stood stiffly in the centre of the Godswood, where Cregan had began to trudge towards, listening to the soft sound of snow falling, slowing his pace as he saw a figure knelt before the tree.

“Oh im sorry M’lord” You scrambled to stand and bowed as soon as you saw him walking towards you, wiping your hands on the apron that hung around your dress. “I know i shouldnt be in here” she began, her head still looking towards the floor. “I know i shouldve been in the hall but-“

She was cut off by the soft voice of the Stark lord “You are free to be wherever you want.” he spoke authoritatively, using his finger under your chin to raise it to look towards him, a small smile from his face. He dropped his hand “It is my celebration after all.”