A new kingdom in the North
Robb's crown was heavy on his head, a burden as much as a blessing. He had returned from the North to find the Lannisters all but defeatedt he Boltons massacred, a band of Northmen waiting to greet him who lost no time in informing him of his new position.
The king in the North.
To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. But still, it was good to be home. Once again, there was a Stark in Winterfell and slowly its charred remains were being rebuilt under his command back into the castle he'd known back in his childhood.
There was just one matter that remained.
As King in the North, he was to be wed to Lord Manderly's daughter, Lady Wylla. It was his duty, as king, so he knew there was no use complaining yet Bran couldn't help but worry. What if he didn't like her? Wwhat if she didn't like him?
--- And now there she was, walking through those great wooden doors. She was striking though the effect wasn't unpleasant.
"My lady, it is an honour to meet you. My advisors have told me much of your family's loyalty to my my house, and I wish to offer my gratitude. I hope Winterfell shall be to your liking."
