King Robb had just delivered a crushing defeat to Lannister forces and he was walking among the wounded, comforting fallen Northmen. I was nursing men from both sides, and one of Robb's advisors approached me asking why I was tending to Lannister men. I told them this boy was somebody's son, he will die in a war based off the pride of high lords calling themselves kings. Robb stepped forth and told me this war was being fought to avenge his father. I asked him, who will avenge this boy's death? Fast forward a spirited debate on if there is such a thing as a just war, and we're madly in love and getting married. We will rule the North together in Winterfell, bringing peace and justice to all our subjects.