“You’ll be back, I’m sure of it,” It was a question of when he would return. The wedding was in less than a month. “You’re sure it’s a good idea to go tearing off to the Red Keep? Your father’s not even sure where Lyanna is, she might not even be there.”
“No, but you know it’s in my nature to be reckless. An we will find Lyanna. No matter the cost. She’ll be brought home I promise.” He told her before he kissed he cheek and took up his sword to sheath it. “I’ll be back before you know i’m gone”
— It had been too long. The war was declared won with Robert on the throne and he, after barely surviving being strangled to death had lost his sister and father in one fell swoop and thanks to Eddard had been saved the same fate. Thus, he returned, babe in his arms and looking exhausted from the long trip and he rubbed his neck wondering if the scarring from the rope and the ache would pass with time.
“Cat-” He called out, looking for his wife to be, hoping she was here still in Winterfell, awaiting his return.
Goldnwulf 