'Damn, it's cold.'You thought to yourself climbing out of the SUV, behind your grandmother. The cold wind ripped at your skin, leaving you with goose flesh and chattering teeth. The bare skin of your tanned legs no longer felt silky smooth and it irritated you. At your grandmothers request you wore the short, figure hugging green and gold dress. 'Atleast I have long sleeves.'You told yourself as your heel slipped on the ice and you almost fell.

"Grandma, I want to go home!" You whined, sounding more like 10 than 22.

Your grandmother rounded on you, her look severe. "(Y/n), stop acting like a fool. You are the Rose of Highgarden. Act like it. You know perfectly well that we arerequiredto be here, for the safety of our family." Olenna snapped.

"But what is it that is required of me? Surely one of my brothers could have suited this drab occasion." You asked, a bitter note in your voice. You knew the reason your grandmother chose you to come and it annoyed you slightly, especially since she avoided telling you the whole story.

"You know the part you have to play, child." Olenna said quietly as she entered the large stone manor. You felt the warmth wash over you like sinking into a hot bath.

"If you will follow me, my ladies, the meeting will be underway soon." A young man said with a small bow. He had to be near your own age, maybe a few years older. He was tall, skinny, and wore a small silver kraken pendant on his tie.'The Greyjoy. The squid amongst wolves.'You were 100% sure of that.

You followed your grandmother into the large, dimly lit room. There was a long wooden table and nearly every seat was filled, except for five. There were nearly 20 men seated, some rose from their seats when you and your grandmother entered, the rest followed suit. The young man who led you to the room pulled out your chair, and then did the same for your grandmother. Once the two of you had been seated the rest of the table sat.

"Madame Olenna. Miss (y/n). It is a pleasure. I do hope your journey wasn't too taxing." The young man seated next to you said, smiling warmly. You took him in. He had deep, auburn curls, and deep blue eyes.'Tully eyes'.You looked past him to see the man sitting on his other side. He had dark curls, grey eyes, and a rather solemn look. Then you realized these two were the Stark twins. Robb and Jon. They may have shared a womb, but they were as different as could be in looks.

"Well, we made it here. That's about all that can be said about it." Olenna quipped.

"Grandmother!" you hissed.

Robb chuckled. "I'm sorry, Madame. I'm Robb by the way. And this is Jon." Robb said, still smiling.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet the Starks." You said warmly, as you let your eyes sweep the table.

All the men there were rather quiet, one half of the table looking daggers at the other. Any whispered talk was tense and didn't last long. As your eyes swept to the end of the table you saw a man half hidden in the shadows, his feet propped up on the edge of the table, leaning back on two chair legs, and picking at his nails with a knife. You couldn't see his face, the light was much too dim, but you saw a flash a cold blue as the knife reflected the fire from the burning fireplace behind the man.

The doors opened and in came two men. You immediately knew Eddard Stark, but you did not know the other man. Eddard took his seat, as the other man did. His skin was as pale milk, his eyes just the same. He was not an ugly man, but there was nothing notable about his features outside of his eyes. You felt your blood chill, looking at him. Even if Ned Stark was rather solemn looking, at least he gave off warmth.

Ned Stark cleared his throat. "I want to thank all of you for coming. While we may not all get along, our need of one another has just started."

You listened closely, as a server filled the wine glass before you. You were giddy with excitement. Finally, you were going to get answers that your grandmother kept from you.

"It has been noted that since the arrival of that comet, old magic has awoken. Evil magic. But it's not just the magic, it's the creatures too. It's the demons, as well. We are all at open war, but we are fighting the wrong enemy. Winter is coming. This time the dead come with it. But, before we can turn our eyes to that, we need to clean up our messes, by our kinds, for the common folk. Lord Bolton, what do you propose?"

'Bolton. The Leech Lord.'You thought with a shiver as the pale man rested his chin on his hands and leaned forward.

"We must find the culprit. It has been brought to our attention that hate crimes have sprung up all over. However, it's not just my people being attacked. It's everyone. In the last week six of my kind have been killed. All the exact same way."

Ned nodded. "We too have had six deaths in the past week. All the same. What say you, Madame Olenna?"

Your grandmother sighed. "Yes. Six young witches and wizards have been butchered this past week. But why?"

You noticed you were holding your breath as you listened. One of those young witches had been your friend. You had shared a dorm with her during school. She did not deserve the gruesome end she met. When you saw the crime scene you immediately thought werewolf or even vampire, but here were both races also stating their own races were being targeted. It just didn't make sense.

"Why indeed." Roose Bolton said. His voice was hardly above a whisper, and as silky as a spiders web.

"Is there anyone here with any information?" Ned asked the room at large.

"Depends on the information you want. I don't have it, but I can get it." The man in the shadows spoke up. He let his feet slip off the table, and leaned forward into the light. You felt your heart flutter a bit as you took him in. His eyes were like two blue sapphires encased in ice. His complexion was unblemished and so very pale. His hair was thick, and dark. He had a strong face and jaw. A small smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"I do not believe that will be necessary, Ramsay." Ned said, a finality in his tone.

'RooseBolton's son.'You realized, feeling a heat creeping into your cheeks.'A damn vampire. That's a no. Now forget you ever noticed him.'You said to yourself, looking down at the table and busying yourself with the wine glass.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't realize the meeting had been called to an end for the night until the side of the table across from you stood and made their way out. You saw Ramsay standing and waiting on his father, who shook Ned's hand. Roose swept from the room. Ramsay shook Ned's hand and then turned to the young man who had led you and your grandmother into the room. Ramsay stepped into the man and inhaled deeply, making a sort of longing noise in the back of his throat.

"Mmmmm…. I'd watch out for this one if I were you. He's a squealer, I can smell it on him." Ramsay said wickedly showing his fangs in a threatening way, before turning to leave. He caught your gaze and gave a wink, before smirking and walking out.

You watched him go, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Jon lean into Robb and heard him whisper, "I don't like the savage bastard, but I've never known him to be wrong…." You saw Robb give Jon a skeptical look.

"Theon would never." Robb whispered back.

"My ladies, allow my son's to show you to your rooms. You will find that your luggage has already been taken up." Ned said, turning to you and your grandmother who had just finished talking with an older man a seat down from her.

You followed Robb to your room. You leaned against the door, your eyes closed. A mere witch sleeping in a household of werewolves. This was going to be interesting. You ran you fingers through your hair and sighed. "What a fucking day." You said a loud.

"Tell me about it." Came Ramsay's cold voice from across the dark room.