You stood by your balcony overlooking the lands around Winterfell. It had been 4 years since Robb had gone to war, and you missed him deeply. Despite your situation—being betrothed to an unwilling man through an arranged marriage—you could not help but love him, even though the love went unreciprocated. Snow fell around you, landing upon the landscape like powdered sugar. Word was Robb could arrive any day now, and you were just waiting.

Robb rode back to Winterfell, his remaining men behind him carrying the Stark banner, finally returning home with the love of his life, Talisa. The olive-skinned beauty, fierce and beautiful, had captured his heart on the battlefield. Robb felt a pang of guilt for his betrothed—the arranged marriage set up by his parents years ago—but those years felt like a lifetime ago. War had hardened him, shaping him into a man worthy of the title 'King in the North.' Robb pushed aside the guilt as his gaze fell upon his bride, Talisa. The comforting and bitter-sweet view of Winterfell came into sight, bringing smiles to his mother and siblings.

As you gazed from the balcony, you saw Robb, his reunited family, and remaining army return from war. You rushed down to the gates, through the halls and stairs, past the courtyard and stables, excited to finally wed the man you loved. The drawbridge opened and Robb, his wife and family poured into the courtyard happily. Robb's smile faded as he saw you, blissfully unaware he had wedded another. Your face fell as you saw Talisa, putting two and two together. The familiar feeling of guilt stabbed at him, mingled with a sense of relief—relief that he no longer had to marry his undesirable betrothed.