Jocelyn spent the rest of the night lying awake, staring at the ceiling. Her mind replayed the moment with Mira again and again—the warmth of her touch, the almost-kiss, the way it had made her freeze, not because she was afraid, but because she didn't know what she felt.

She had pushed those thoughts away for so long, never allowing herself to question what she had once wondered as a girl. It had always been easier to follow the path set for her, to do what was expected. But Winterfell had changed her.

And now, she had to face the part of herself she had buried.

By morning, she felt no closer to answers, but one thing was clear—her heart had already chosen Robb.

She found him in the training yard, going through his usual morning drills. His strikes were powerful, precise, but there was an ease to the way he moved, a confidence that never wavered. He was a man born for war but still held the heart of someone who cared. That was what had drawn her to him in the first place.

She took a deep breath before stepping forward. "Robb."

He turned, lowering his sword when he saw her. "Jocelyn." A slow smile spread across his face. "Come to challenge me again?"

She laughed softly. "Not today."

Robb studied her, his amusement fading into something gentler. "What's wrong?"

Jocelyn hesitated before answering. "I just… needed to see you."

His expression shifted, and he set his sword aside, stepping closer. "You can always see me."

She exhaled, searching his blue eyes. "I feel like I've spent my whole life trying to be what other people wanted me to be. And now, for the first time, I don't have to."

Robb nodded, as if he understood exactly what she meant. "That's a good thing."

"It is," she admitted. "But it's also terrifying."

Robb's gaze softened. "Then let me help."

Before she could second-guess herself, she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "I don't want to keep pretending I don't know what I want."

Robb inhaled sharply, his grip tightening slightly. "And what do you want?"

Jocelyn took a step closer, the air between them charged. "You."

For a brief second, there was only silence, only the sound of their breathing in the cold morning air. And then Robb was moving, cupping her face as he kissed her—deeply, without hesitation.

This time, there was no doubt, no confusion. This was what she wanted.

When they finally broke apart, Robb's forehead rested against hers. "I've wanted to hear you say that for a long time."

Jocelyn smiled, her heart racing but steady. "Then I won't take it back."

Whatever questions still lingered in her mind, one thing was certain—she had made her choice. And she wasn't looking back.