Her absence was noted and she knew it. It had been mere days and no words were spoken between them but she knew he saw the way the Lord looked at her, watched her and how he tensed and glared at how the lord wanted her. A soft feeling of repulse and anger coursed through her at the thought of how Lord Langate gripped her arm, forcing her to stay and saying things that a man whom she cared of had already told her. She thought of how if things were more simple and what she knew, she would have removed his hand from his wrist let alone simply wrenching her arm free. Of course she knew this could go on unchecked no longer. She sat awaiting in silence, hands gently clasped as she sat upon the bed only looking up as the door to the chamber opened. His eyes became unsure, glancing about as she rose from her seating. There was only moments before one of them spoke but it was complete quietude.

"Jon..." She stilled unsure of how to continue, she found it was difficult to say something when that something was something that had worked within your mind. His uncertainty swiftly faded away replaced by sombre stares.

"What did you speak of when he was close?" His voice stern.

"He asked me my name. Said I have a title, called me lady." She saw Jon frown with irritation as she spoke confessions of Lord Langate's doting's. "He called me grace..." She saw his eyes swiftly flicker from the floor towards her, his lips parting to speak but saying nothing, her doing the very same. Both standing in unsettled silence before she attempted to speak once more. "I told him-"

"You understand the title of grace?" His tone seemed anxious as though a thought was within his mind which he was pressing to.

"Yes. He called me 'Your Grace' by mis..mistake."

"You know what it means."

"If I was a 'grace'...it would mean...I was your. I was your wife." Her words were shaken and struggled to come out. Though she saw within his stern, trepidatious state a sense of something, her eyes lingered at his for a moment. "But I am not." She watched with unbroken stares as he approached the table a short distance from the hearth, noting how the flame cast dancing light about the chamber, the light giving a glow to his pale skin, poring ale within a cup and sipping gently before turning to face her once again and once again by a mere glance towards him brings memories of the simple time of completing mundane duties of cleaning the chambers of castle Black, Preparing soups and stews to keeps the men's bellies warm against the harsh cold and the humorous musing of daily convocation among her brothers but what she remembered the most was the bond they have but dared not speak about. "He will leave soon."

The stones holding the courtyard of Winterfell strong appeared harsh yet regal again the bountiful snow the night had brung. Irenya scowled through the window of the great hall towards the Lord Langate scanning about in awe, she saw the look of ambition and whatever god above knew how she did not trust this man but was slowly coming to peace with the thought of how he shall return home on this day. With the courtyard, the Lord seemed unaware of Tormund's approaching form.

"My friend, so much you have lost." Lord Langate whispered in deep thought however swiftly silenced himself as Tormund approached.

"The king wants a word with you."

Inside the great hall Jon sat within his father's chair, a forced smile of politeness upon his face and Irena standing with a soft scowl.

"Lord Langate, I hope your stay has been pleasant and we offer you hopes of safe journey to your home. Let your people know of the peace between our houses." Jon spoke politely.

"Yes, your Grace. It has been pleasant and I can assure you that peace will be greatly appreciated and we shall not forget our oath. I would like to ask your grace of one final blessing."

"And what would that be Lord Langate?"

"I have become enamoured it seems with a Lady within this household. A beautiful lady." Jon tensed as he spoke, releasing a soft irritated sigh. "I would like to ask of your grace's blessing to marry Lady Irenya."