As they marched North, he thought of her. He wondered if he'd ever see her again. He told himself he no longer cared, after he'd asked her to come with him back then and she had said no. He even said that he hated people with ginger hair, but it was only because seeing them made him think of her.
He did not know that she walked along the battlements of Winterfell sometimes, staring out across the trees and hills and wondering what had become of him, if he was still alive, full of regret for not going with him.
