Half a year had passed since I stepped foot inside Winterfell. I expected to only remain a fortnight with my family. My father and Lord Stark were close as children, so it was a homecoming of sorts for Father.
I had no idea how quickly I would come to love Winterfell and the Starks (and Snow). Robb caught me entirely by surprise. By the time we were to leave, I was already falling in love with him, and our parents had agreed to our betrothal.
My family never made it far from the castle.
My father and younger sister were killed in an attack by wildlings. My elder brother, Will, managed to fend them off from my mother while I cut through another to protect my younger brother.
When I returned to Winterfell to get help, I soon found that I would not be returning home with what was left of my family. I married Robb Stark shortly after my return, and despite the heartbreak of losing my father and sister, he helped put me back together as I found myself becoming a part of another family.
Of course, not being of Stark blood, I did not get one of the direwolves that Jon and Robb brought back from the woods, but I recognized Grey Wind's eyes before Robb even knew the name he would give the wolf.
I had always had dreams that looked into the future, and I knew this direwolf would be the only thing saving Robb and I from a terrible, bloody fate even if we lost nearly everyone else in the process.