The more time you spent looking out the window, the colder the Winterfell air got. The ledge was soaked in your tears. It was only a couple of days before when you had been at home safe with your sisters. Your father had signed a deal with Ned and Catelyn Stark to have you betrothed to their eldest, Robb.
In only a couple of minutes, you were supposed to meet the future lord. You had ran about the castle in search of a room where you could not be found. The tears came down easily, as if they were being poured from your eyes.
How could I possibly marry someone I have never met?
The door behind you burst open, making you almost jump out the window and to your death. You quickly turn your head to see a tall, rugged man with his hand up against the handle of his sword, as if he thought there were a real danger in the room.
"My apologies, young miss. I heard a strange noise and thought there was an intruder."
You hastily wipe the tears from your cheek and shake your head. "Apologies, sir. I just had to get away."
"Away from what, might I ask?"
You sigh roughly, wondering if you could trust this man. "I am supposed to marry the future Lord Stark within the month's end."
The man gazed at you with wide eyes and let out a little chuckle. "You are y/n?" You stare back at the man a little offended by his shock. He scurries over to where you are seated at the window, taking the remaining space next to you. "My apologies, miss. I just thought that you might've been extremely ugly if you were betrothed to Robb."
It was hard not to laugh with him. Speaking with him was kind of making you feel better about your situation. "Do you know of him? Is he a good man?"
He turned away and gazed across the room. "Well, he's no Joffrey." He laughed to himself. "I believe him to be a good man, he is my best friend after all." The man turned back and looked you up and down. "Although, I don't think he deserves a woman as beautiful as you."
Your face lit up with heat as the man brought his hand up against your cheek. His blue eyes drew you closer to him until he closed them. Your faces almost touched before you were able to come to your senses. "Might I ask you your name?"
The man sighed and looked down in mild disappointment. "Theon of House Greyjoy." His lips pursed together. "I am Ned Stark's ward." He gave a long pause. "Until I am able to take back the Iron Islands." Theon turned his head to the side and gazed at your lips. "Why, might I ask, are you so distraught over marrying Robb?"
You looked down at your hands resting in your lap. "I have never met him. I don't know if he is kind, or handsome, or smart." You looked out onto the snowy Winterfell landscape. "And I am abashed to admit, that I do not know how to make a man happy. My father said something about my wedding night, but I do not know at all what he meant by it."
You look back to Theon who is trying to hold back a smile. "The thing that you do on your wedding night is not that hard to achieve."
"What do you mean by that?"
Theon leans in closer to you, eyes blazing. "When a man is naked, and when a woman is naked, and they happen to be in the same room, the man takes the woman, and gives her great pleasure."
Struggling to breathe and also figure out what he means by this, you respond. "Does the woman have to be naked?"
Theon nods in response.
"Have you given a woman this pleasure before?"
"A couple of times, yes. A man may do this act whenever he pleases, but a woman can only do so after she is married."
