I sat on my bed and looked out upon the open window, not minding the cold. My breathing had steadied and my tears had dried, but my lips could still feel the touch of the young Lord Bolton. Their wetness started to freeze and soon would crack my lips so that they could be as broken as I was.

I heard a knock on my door, and I turned my head towards it.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Your handmaidens!" A sweet voice ringed "We have your gown for supper,"

I took a shaky breath, and as calmly as I could I invited them inside.

The first was the girl with the bow, Myranda, who currently and thankfully did not posses her deadly weapon. The second was a rosy-cheeked woman I'd never met. She was middle-aged, and desirably plump.

When they both came in, the blonde woman was the only to curtsy before me, while Myranda pursed her lips and bowed her head.

"Let me introduce myself," the blonde said, placing dresses they'd made anticipating my arrival on my bed  "I'm Wylla, lady Stark. I'm pleased you meet you"

"Wylla?" I asked, smiling at her generosity "Wylla what?"

"Well..." She furrowed her brow, "Wylla Snow, of course. I'm not a lady like you, little maiden"

"It's quite alright," I insisted, "My brother shares the same last name"

She grinned, and then gasped at the open window. "It's much too cold my lady!" She ran over and closed the shutters "Don't you know winter is almost upon us?"

"Yes," I muttered, looking down at my feet, "Winter is coming."

Myranda spoke next "With all this snow I'm surprised you lot can't recognize that winter is already here!"

I got up from my bed as Wylla and Myranda laid out all the options. "It's not quite the snow that brings winter," I tried to explain "It's the White Walkers-"

"And ice fairies and grumlings!" Myranda laughed, "You don't actually believe that do you?"

I shut my mouth, doubting myself.

...

I made my way to the dinning hall with a black and grey robe. My cape was thick and furry to shield me from the cold.

I was immediately ushered in, servants mumbling "Welcome home, lady Stark," as I passed by them. Once inside the diner Lord Ramsay, Lord Roose and Roose's wife Walda sat at the table. There was an empty seat next to Ramsay.

When the Flayer saw me come in, he immediately shot off his chair and pulled the chair out for me to sit on.

"My lady Edda," he greeted, gesturing at the chair "We've been awaiting your arrival"

I nodded, sitting down and thanking him as he pushed me into position.

"I'm glad you've made yourself at home," Roose said in a neutral tone.

I swallowed and replied, "This is my home. There is no reason for me to not be comfortable," I lied.

"Yes," Ramsay gave me that crooked smile that made me want to shudder "And we will be your family"

I didn't respond, staring down at my soup. I tried some, and was unhappy about it. It was much too salty... They couldn't even make the soup right!

"This... This must be strange to you, coming here after all those years-" Walda tried to speak.

"After Theon Greyjoy took over," I muttered, "After he-" I froze. I couldn't mention betrayals, for they were the ones who more painfully betrayed my family.

"Well, my lady, I'd like to reassure you that Theon is no more," Ramsay said, chuckling lightly before looking out the door "Reek? Reek why are you hiding! Come and say hello to your childhood friend"

Out of the darkness trembled in what was left of the betrayer. His hair was thin and patchy, his eyes clear with sorrow, and his gaze downwards.

I stared in disbelief, resting my back against the chair "Th-Theon..."

His eyes met mine briefly, and quickly looked down.

"...Oh!" Ramsay gasped, chuckling even, "I'd forgotten, didn't Reek betray your brothers? He did, didn't he? Hm... Reek, say sorry to lady Edda for what you've done"

I shot Ramsay a look. I was angry, of course, but I tried not to let it show.

"I'm... I-I'm sorry" Reek muttered. I have him a deadly stare, and looked down at my soup.

"Well then!" Ramsay clapped his hands "Now that we have resolved our difficulties-"

"My lord..." I accidentally interrupted him. He looked annoyed at first, and my whole body shook in fear. But soon, he mustered a smile, so I continued "Ramsay, I thank you and your father for the dinner but I am much too tired and exhausted, and need rest. My fragile self will not stay together any longer"

The young Bolton did not hesitate to nod and say "I understand, my bride. You must be so tired and overwhelmed from your journey. You are dismissed"

I might've gotten up too soon, but I did not care. I needed to get out of there.

I made my way around what had been Theon, shielding my face from Ramsay and everyone else as my feet carried me to the broken tower, up the stairs, and towards the window.

I opened it, looking downwards at the cold ground. No, a high like this wouldn't kill me. It only crippled my brother, and he had been younger than I am now.

Gazing at the sky, high above the Bolton banners, I could see the stars shinning down on my home. I wished Robb was here. I wish all of them were here, and alive. Father, mother, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Jon, Rickon, Osha, Hodor, my direwolf Lya...

I fell on my knees and wept over the side of the window, crying myself to sleep.