You left Winterfell with your father, Sansa and Arya, as well as a fifty men from the Winterfell, and Septa Mordane. Among the men that came into King's Landing was Jory Cassel, your lover.

It was obvious to your family about you and Jory's relationship, and your father wasn't the one to tell you no. He just hoped and prayed to the Old Gods you won't give Jory your maidenhead before wedding.

The whole point of journey to King's Landing was that King Robert ask your father to be his Hand. And he agreed.

It was really pleasant at first. You loved fresh fruits, the nice dresses and... a lot of time to have with Jory alone, only if he wasn't with Ned, and when Septa Mordane wasn't around.

But then everything somehow started changing. You've learned that your mother, Catelyn, took Tyrion Lannister as hostage, your father wasn't the Hand of the King anymore. Arya overheard someone talking about killing your father, and he was too busy snooping, to take it seriously.

And when you've heard about a fight, that happened in front of the brothel of lord Baelish, you wanted to die, just as your lover did. Lannister men killed Jory, and your father was wounded. It was like million stabs for you.

You sat at your father's side for days. You wore only black, mourning your lover, while your father was in coma.

You were embroidering on your lap, that was the only activity that somehow calmed you down, but your hands were still shaky. It was almost a week since Jory was dead, but the pain was still there. As you embroidered a direwolf and white wolf on a cloth, you've noticed your father stirring. And when you looked at him, he was looking back at you, for the first time in six days.