"It belongs to my father, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." She answered with a proud grin. No matter the reason for her departure, it didn't change the feelings she bore towards her family. Wolves ran in packs and she would always be a loyal daughter of the North.
"Your home? Were you one of my father's men? I don't recall your face."
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"Your home? Were you one of my father's men? I don't recall your face."