Eddard

He rode into a dead castle. The news of the war and his failure had reached Winterfell long before him. As his eyes drifted from one face to the other he saw the grief that all of them shared. Not one cheered for their Lords return. All eyes were fixed on the carriage behind him where the woman whose beauty had caused Lords to go to war was laid out for all to see. The only noise was the weeping of old Nan. Ned Stark the man who had planned to live in the shadow of his brother the man who only wanted to live his small happy life had aged. He dismounted in front of Maester Luwin and his brother's wife who had now become his.
"Welcome back, my Lord," Maester Luwin also had aged. "Know that the entire north shares your pain. The old gods in the forest must be weeping along with all of us." "Thank you, Maester. I know how much you all loved her." Catelyn stepped forward. "And we know that none loved her more then you. But the gods have not taken all from you. They have also blessed you with a gift" She gave him a little bundle.
Ned looked at the little face. The kid was more southern then northern you could see that immediately, but those eyes…
"Is it a boy or …?" "A girl my love. I am sorry that I could not provide you with a suitable heir." "Nonsense. Do I have other children?" He caught Catelyn looking at the almost identical bundle that Howland Reed held. "Do I have any other children by my beloved wife?" Ned repeated. "This girl is my daughter. My beloved daughter Anna."
He held her up high into the air. "How do you like that name, little one?"
And on that day a little girl returned laughter to Winterfell.

Credits for the original idea goes to Lord Ultimus from