Winterfell never saw much of the sun but when it did, festivities would commence with the flicker of a beat because the summers departed just as the commoners felt the breeze of rejoice. Which meant the winters would fall upon them like dark clouds cascading their shadow over winterfell, making it appear gloomier than it already did. Nevertheless, the winters had morphed the queen of the north all that more resilient and persistent but can any amount of fortitude alter a person's heart. Lady Sansa, queen of the north, prevailed over countless cruel winters leading up to this one night, right in the midst of summers. The midsummer masquerade.It had been one of the many festivities betoken as an emblem to honor the kingdom's glories. It didn't remain to be just an emblem on the night prior to the masquerade when she had made acquaintance of the prince of the Frostholm. His eyes had never wandered much away from the serene sight of hers but that precisely, didn't make the strings of her heart grow tender. And it wasn't until the very late, that night, when a ravenous wolf, his grumble pronouncing more with the swift light steps he took, pounced onto one of the little kids, battling him to the cold ground, the kid threw his arms aimlessly, unable to understand whether to shield or whack him with all the valor in him. People retreated with every moment, dread settling in their eyes witnessing the savage beast. No one gallant enough to take him on. But it was still not clear whether it was the snarl of the wolf or the wailing of the child which had the prince cut through people like a brittle sword. He pointed a spear towards the wolf, seeming a bit unskilled at it, poking the wolf with it making the wolf trudge last the child leaving his arms scathed and the child incapacitated, turning to the prince. The wolf sprinted forward, barely making any noise, his teeth bared in desperation to eat away at what may came before him. The prince took no cowardice get to him, he charged forward with his spear and aimed it at one of the wolf's leg, which made him let out a screechy yelp, causing him to slow down. The people around let out a gushed sound and the wolf hurled himself onto the prince, scratching his fine frame and grazing at prince's forearm with his swordlike claws, tearing the fabric. Fresh blood streaks oozed and trickled down, staining the white fabric. The prince didn't for once glance at his wounded arm, his eyes sharp, undeterred and quickly bolted to the other side. The wolf plunged at the prince, not yet willing to be knocked down but slowed down again as another crisp blow of the spear scraped him. The wolf's pace dampened and his body was met with the ground as his severed limbs couldn't take on his weight any longer.
Sansa summoned the prince to the orangery at once, upon hearing of this unfortunate incident. The prince had his eyes on the ground until Sansa turned and took three steps towards him and the silver moonlight revealed her face. Her eyes met with his, the brown in his eyes turning slightly dark. Then her gaze went towards the torn white blood soaked sleeve. His arm twitched ever so slightly when he caught her staring at it.
"My lady." His voice thick as if he had just awakened from deep slumber.
"Lord Koldre. I..." Sansa's gaze quickly shifted back to his eyes.
"No harm has befallen anyone. It has been well looked after."
"I got apprised of it. It is highly spirited of you to throw yourself in such dire spot."
"All adds to one's glory."
"But my lord..." Sansa's voice trailed off as if at a loss of words and her eyes appeared vacant.
"My lady" He spoke with an allure of alertness and he hadn't quite grasped how his body has shifted the tiniest bit towards her, sharing an inch of the pale moonlight falling on her and continued, "I am honored to have served you."
He bowed in front of her, meeting her gaze once again. His brown hair glinted in the pale light just how his eyes had been a moment ago. Her eyes full of questions and a hidden sympathy lurking through. This was likely the thing that had changed in her expression or in her eyes. Because he saw it too. Swiftly, he turned around and vanished in the darkness leaving her standing there all by herself. She stared until he went out of sight and clutched her arms as the cold wind danced round her.