They clasped hands, and her nearly frozen hand was enveloped in the king's warm and gentle grip. She felt... small as her head barely reached his shoulder. They kneeled and bowed together and prayed silently for a few short moments before the melancholy face carved in the bone-white bark. She prayed for a warm and harmonious marriage, for peace, and the blessings of the Old Gods. R'hllor demanded her life to burn in the fires, the Seven cared nought for her, so she hoped that the gods of her husband were more benevolent to her.