Could he think that he, the honest, brave man and warrior, the guard of Stark's kingdom gates will fall in love with his Queen, to whom he's loyal with his all heart and soul.

Another winter freezing night has it's air crushing his nose and making feet as firm as stone.

Koner stood still, holding his hand on sword, until he heard the steps behind him. Sharply turning around, he raised his eyebrows, seeing you. His Lady. His love.

"My Queen..Why are you up so late?"

Koner asked after the bow, looking up at you.