"Perhaps it is wise not to have a name? There is something about this world that makes it feel as though it is not our own." It was their cage, but she would not say so aloud. "I have no wish to treat this place as I would High Garden or Winterfell. It is my home, the only home I shall have, but I bear no allegiance to it as I would the Reach or Highgarden or anywhere else I may have traveled to. It hasn't taken root in my soul."

It was strange to confess this to Eddard Stark so soon after his arrival. It wasn't something she had thought or admitted to herself before, but it was more true than she had realized. She wasn't certain she could ever feel truly happy here.

"You will learn in time, my lord and that is all it shall take to satisfy me. There is some pleasure in the simple work and routine. I imagine you shall understand my meaning when you have planted your first seed or sheared your first sheep. If you like, I could show you how to tend to the animals? I should be grateful for another pair of eyes to help me as they graze."

She laughed, "My grandmother would disagree. She found the rose quite boring. I think she would have preferred us to be a wolf and have more imposing words."