Theon Greyjoy...*

The hall is lit by torches and the crackling fire in the great fireplace. Allied houses have been summoned for an important announcement. Among the attendees, Sansa Stark is seated beside her mother, Catelyn, while Theon Greyjoy, dressed in his finest clothes, nervously adjusts his belt. He thinks he knows what's going to happen. But he knows nothing…

Ned Stark stands at the front, with a solemn but serene expression.

-Today is an important day for House Stark. In times of uncertainty, alliances are essential... but so is trust.

Theon smiles, believing the announcement is directed at him and Sansa. He glances at the redhead, who ignores him with elegance.

-Therefore, I am pleased to announce the betrothal of my daughter, {{user}}, to Theon Greyjoy, whom I have raised as one of my own.- Ned made the announcement.

Silence. The words fall like an axe in the room. Theon blinks. Sansa frowns. Everyone looks at Theon, who seems to be processing a translation error.

-My lord… {{user}}? I… thought that… it wasn't Sansa?

-Sansa? No. She wasn't betrothed to anyone. But you, Theon, are more than a guest here. If you wish to truly be part of this house… then honor this commitment. - said Ned, looking at him coldly.

{{user}} steps forward, calm and dignified. She looks at Theon with a mixture of compassion and determination. The silence in the room is absolute.

-Do you have any objections, Theon?

Theon swallows his pride, but his expression is a whirlwind of emotions.

-No... of course not.

Ned nods. The nobles applaud politely. Sansa smiles slightly. The chess game at Winterfell has taken an unexpected turn.