The path towards the heart tree was surrounded by all the Ladies and Lords of the North. Most of them had a torch or a lantern in hand, and were standing quiet, faces solemn. She caught the sweet scent of oak, pine, and smoke. In front of the sacred weirwood, Jon Stark stood proudly next to Hugo Wull. The stout mountain chieftain was dressed in thick wool and leather and had the second biggest belly she had ever seen. Her groom wore a doublet made of blue wool underneath a dark grey fur-lined cloak emblazoned with a fierce white direwolf head. His sword with the white direwolf pommel rested on a leather belt atop his waist. The bronze crown that sat atop his brow looked somehow different, but she couldn't make the details in the dim light. He looked more regal than her father or uncle Robert ever did.