Queen's Gambit

For hundreds of years brave men have sung songs of the mighty winter.. but inside the walls of Winterfell I was safe. Me my family and the North. Untill my father The honourable Lord Eddard stark king of the North rode down to Kings Landing with me and my sisters and everything changed.
Winterfell nothing but a dream long forgotten.
My brothers nothing but a memory
my father nothing but a prisoner in a dungeon beaneath the red keep
my sisters probably dead
my mother slaughtered by her own bannermen
and me
the only surviving heir to Winterfell
they say the beauty of the seven kingdoms
the "snowflake" as they commonly mock me by
nothing but a pawn to be valued only by my beauty or my name
it is certain that it's now up to the gods and Tywin Lannister to bed me to the kingslayer or the imp.
it is now standing in the castle walls more than ever that I remember the songs the brave men used to sing about the long harsh and unforgiving winter .
it is now more than ever that I pray to the seven for winter to finally come.