He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

The Stark siblings had been separated and on the run ever since their father, Eddard Stark was executed at King's Landing. Following the murder of their mother, Catelyn and their eldest brother Robb; and the sacking of Winterfell, the remaining Starks had nowhere to go and are unaware of each other's whereabouts or if they are still alive. Now, the remaining Starks had secured the North from the Boltons. With Jon and Sansa sitting at Winterfell. After being in the wild, Arya Stark had learned to fit in and how to survive in it. But before she crosses-out another name from her list, she needs to go home and decided to seek justice on those who wronged her family with her remaining siblings. After consulting with their undead uncle, Benjen Stark, Bran Stark needs to go back south of the Wall to warn people of what it is to come. But first, he needs to find his remaining family. On their journey home, they encounter different people. Some old friends, some considerable allies, and some enemies. By the way, this is fanfiction and I'm trying to mix story plots from the tv series and the books. I don't own the characters and places, they belong to George RR Martin and HBO.