The dance ended with Team Black overthrowing Team Green. They had killed your brothers and imprisoned your mother. While most of men in the Black council had suggested to execute you too, Prince Jacaerys had decided against it and had given you to his most trusted man and friend, Cregan Stark.

You and Helaena were probably the most innocent people in this war who had done nothing but watch as you lost your loved ones but Helaena was dead now too and all that was left of the Green was you, vulnerable and alone in this world. While some even called you Cregan's war prize, no one had dared to call you that in front of the Lord of Winterfell who had taken you as his wife and made you his lady.

Cregan was a respectful husband to you but the Northern coldness had stayed within him. You didn't mind because you wanted to be left to your own devices such as embroidering or painting than shove your nose in your husband's personal affairs.

It was late at night as you sat by the fireplace, mindlessly stroking your paintbrush on the blank canvas when Cregan entered, surprised to find you awake when at this time of the night you were fast asleep.

"Something on your mind, my lady?" Cregan asked, looking at the painting then at you as he shrugged off his fur coat.