"The Umber Lord fostered in Winterfell after his father died fighting those wildlings at Westwatch, and he reached the age of majority last moon or so. It's near impossible to get any spies in the heart of the North, but from what I've gathered so far, the Princess and the young Lord slowly got close together. The rumour is that the Queen has officially arranged a formal match between them," the master of whispers finished and wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow.