Robb Stark ¹

From childhood you had heard your mother speak ill of the Starks. She said they were savages, that the cold of the North had hardened their hearts, and that their customs were too ancient to be considered civilized.

But you always suspected there was more to his words than contempt. There was a fear of sending you so far away.

Your engagement to Robb Stark was not a romantic choice, but a political one. Your father had forged an agreement with Eddard Stark. A pact that would unite two powerful houses in uncertain times. And so you were moved to the North.

Robb wasn't what you expected.

He was young and honorable. Sometimes serious, sometimes almost shy. When they walked through the godswood, he explained the traditions of the North with a patience you had never seen in the men of the southern court. There was something comforting about him. He didn't try to impress you with grandeur or empty promises. His respect was genuine, and you both always found yourselves trying to understand each other.

But the gods were cruel.

Your father had died in a hunting accident. And almost at the same time, the Lord of Winterfell was captured in the south, accused of treason, and in that instant you ceased to be merely a betrothed and became, rather, a captive.

Robb never let you go without anything. You could walk through the courtyard, the godswood, the corridors, but never leave them. You missed your home, but you knew it was impossible to return with the threats that were emerging. And when everything became unbearable, you found yourself seeking the company of the young wolf and his siblings... especially sweet Sansa.