Drifts of snow had piled up already around her, and her auburn hair was already strewn with snowflakes. She shivered in the cold of the northern winter, drawing her cape closer around her.

He would be here soon. She was certain of it. He wouldn't leave her out in the cold like this, alone, not for much longer. She fiddled with her sleeves for a moment, smoothing the grey fabric out over her wrist.

"You should have worn red," he told her, his face absent of a smile. "Lannister colors."

She nodded, at a complete loss for words. She folded her hands in front of her and smiled. He stepped closer to her, snowflakes falling in his light hair. He looked down at her, and she forced a smile. His face was still placid.

His warm arms around her, a hand on her cheek, lips pressed against hers - he was everything she'd ever wanted but right now she felt trapped, like his nails were digging into her skin.

Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream. Remember what happened when you screamed.

Instead she reached for his shoulders and joined her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. Even in the snow, numbing her skin, pressed up close to a boy she didn't love, Sansa knew it at least looked romantic.