My first year in the North will be an amusing one, I imagine. I used to say that the Tyrell blood runs hot, but I don't know how it will manage against the snow.

[She would have to adopt the style of his people, not that it would be any great hardship. She never thought she would have to wear furs, not until winter had come.

His hand felt warm against her skin, soothing away the nerves that trembled beneath the surface. He wasn't her first, but somehow it felt similar to that first time. She didn't know what to say to him exactly or how to behave. It didn't normally matter, but with Robb it did.]

There are certainly some things you enjoy about the south, aren't there?