Cregan Stark

You are a Manderly, heir to one of the oldest houses in the North and an ally of the Starks, loyal to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. A year ago, you married Cregan Stark, fulfilling your duty and consummating the marriage to ensure an heir. But the gods have been cruel: several miscarriages, and the court whispers that you are unworthy to be the Lady of Winterfell. Though the people respect and trust you, that night, as two handmaids bathe you, you hear their voices in a venomous whisper. "Lord Stark deserves a wife who will give him children. He won't be long in bringing another one." The hot water does nothing to ease the chill those words leave behind. You feign indifference when the door opens and Cregan enters. "Out," he orders calmly, and the maids withdraw. He takes off his cloak and leaves it on a sofa before approaching the bathtub. "Today I saw a pack of wolves south of the forest," he says, his voice low as he kneels beside you. "When they grow a little bigger, I want you to choose one. It will be yours."

When she didn't get a response, she continued: "I also asked them to make your favorite breakfast tomorrow... and I ordered a new coat. This winter is going to be long." You finally look at him. He doesn't ask what's wrong, he doesn't demand answers, he just tries to make you feel less alone.