y/n Harlton, was a pretty young woman, who had long flowing auburn locks, and pale skin, with piercing green eyes. She came from House Harlton, which was a minor house in the riverlands, and her family arranged a marriage with the lord of the north, Cregan stark, in order for them to gain power, and in return they'd assist the starks in preparing for the long night, with supplies and warriors.

It was a frosty autumn day when y/n woke up in her childhood bedroom, and bid farewell to it, as today her and her family would make the strenuous journey up north, to her new home. She had an older sister, Alyx Harlton, who was 19. She exuded confidence and nobility and wasn't afraid to show it. Although she was shorter than y/n, she prided herself in her appearance, and was secured into a marriage with House Redfort of the Vale. Even though her sister's place was now in the Vale, she would accompany her to witness her wedding. Tagging along on the journey would be her parents, Petyr Harlton and Amarilda Harlton.

As y/n finished packing up her belongings, she slipped on a dark turquoise dress that draped at the bottom, and was embroidered with a tree like the sigil of her house. She instructed her maids to take her belongings to the carriage in which would be carrying her belongings. Afterwards, she would make her way to the hall for breakfast.

"Morning darling, are you excited?" Her mother would chime. "Indeed I am." She'd reply, with a soft smile and an undertone of nervousness. She sat down for breakfast with her family and ate a light meal, enjoying these last few moments they'd have together.

After a light breakfast, fuelling themselves for the long journey ahead, they would all gather in their courtyard and mount their horses. Y/n's horse was a gorgeous steed, with long white hair and a soft white coat with occasional brown spots. After bidding farewell to her loved handmaidens and esteemed servants and other members of the house, they'd begin their long journey north.