The weather was stormy and cold in Winterfell, as you waited in your bedchambers for your husband, Lord Stark of Winterfell. You’d sit on the floor, playing with the new stray cat you brought in.

“My princess.” you hear a deep and firm voice, and as you turned your head, you landed upon the sight of him taking off his cloak.

As quick as the wind, you hid the stray cat you snuck into the chambers behind you, behind the bed.