'The dragon has three heads' Her fathers voice echoed. 'Find them and swear our House to them'. She saw a silver haired girl ride with a horse horde-The dothraki. A second later another image appeared: of a blue-haired boy sparring with a man in chainmail and a golden hauberk- The Golden Company. The third, the last image appeared: A blue rose in the winter snows. That image was the most unreadable of the three. She woke with a knock on the door. Naeraya got up looked over to the table where her armour was laid out, as well as her two daggers and sword. All of her equipment was Valyrian steel, so she would need to hide it. She thought on her dream for a second. 'A blue rose amidst the winter snows. I will have to stay here for longer than I thought.' She opened the door and three servants came in with a bath and started filling it with warm water. Another servant came in with a purple woolen dress and put it on her bed.
"Lady Stark told us to help you get dressed for a dinner with her and the rest of the family." The girl said.
"Thank you. You can go?" Naeraya said.
"My lady does not need help getting dressed?" The servant woman asked.
"No I will be fine" She replied.
"Yes my lady" The four servant girls left and Naeraya got into the bath and washed herself. The water was warm and was soothing to her skin. She got out in pain because of her leg and limped to the bed. She slipped on the dress. It was warm and honestly: comfortable. Naeraya never got to wear long dresses that weren't meant for combat. She moved slowly to the table and piece by piece put her equipment under the bed, except her daggers of course, one of which was in her boot and the other, in her sleeve. She left the room and leaned on the walls of the hall to keep moving.
The walls in the castle were all warm, it is said that there is a hot water spring in the godswood.
She made it outside and saw that it was slowly getting dark in the sky. She looked around and saw Jon Snow angrily polishing his sword. She started to limp towards him and tripped. He shot up,
ran up and caught her before she could fall. His hands were cold and his expression har to read. "Thank you Jon Sona" Naeraya said.
"Sonna?" Jon asked with an awful pronunciation.
"Sona" She said correcting him. "It means Snow in Valyrian."
He smiled then, a light curve up of the lips.
"Why aren't you eating with your family?" She then asked and the smile slight smile on his lips left as quick as it came.
"Lady Stark thought it might offend my lady if a bastard was seated in their midst." He said.
"They're your family though. Your brothers and sisters." Naeraya said.
"Half-brothers and half-sisters. Lady Stark says that people might mistake me for true born if I call them anything else."He said and looked into my eyes. His face gave nothing away, but in his eyes was a deep sadness. "Jon, I need an escort to help me walk, help me get inside the hall please." Naeraya said innocently.
"Naeraya, I can't, Lady Stark will-" He started.
"Have to accept that. I won't be offended if my saviour sits next to me at a dinner." She finshed for him. She put her arm through his and had to lean on him really badly.
They entered the hall together, earning a cold glare form Lady Catelyn and a surprised look from everyone else. Jon helped her get to her seat and pulled her chair out for her.
"Thank you" She said with a smile. Jon turned around to walk away but she grabbed his arm. Jon stared at her with wide eyes, as did everyone else.
"No Jon, please stay." She insisted.
"I-" Jon started.
"Jon do stay" Lord Stark spoke. Jon took the seat next to her. 'Mission accomplished.'
She sat across from Robb. She had to admit, he was really handsome: Tully features, shining blue eyes and his red curls would drive a girl mad. Naeraya however had her eyes on another man.
"So Naeraya, do you have any family?" Lord Stark asked.
"My father-Lord Kaspian is my only family. My mother died from birthing me, my brothers both died in battle against corsairs on some journey they made." She said calmly. Her heart hurt from not knowing her family, those who her father grieved for. Not knowing a mothers love or touch. Looking at the Starks made her sad and homesick.
"I'm sorry for asking" The Lord then said.
"No, no its fine" Naeraya said.
"Do you have dragons in Valyria?" Arya suddenly asked, changing the topic.
"Not really" She replied. 'At least not literally' she said to herself.
"What does Valyria have then?" This time it was Robb who asked and stared at her with his blue eyes.
"Ruins, Valyrian steel, troops, gold and rebuilt fortresses." Was Naerayas reply.
They continued to talk about miscellanious things and everyone was eagerly talking, everyone except Jon. He was silently sitting and occasionally poking his food with an unreadable expression.
Once the Starks were argueing amongst themselves about what Arya did and didn't do and whether it was good or bad, Naeraya leaned closer to Jon.
"Hey, Jon, whats wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing" He quietly said.
"Jon, Im serious, what's wrong? You can tell me." She was starting to get concerned. "NOTHING IS WRONG!" He shouted and stormed out of the room, leaving a really confused Naeraya. She stood to follow him but took a step and leaned forward onto the table to keep his balance.
Everyone was looking at her or at the door that Jon used to leave.
"Raya don't I'll get him" Robb said standing up. He also soon left the hall.
"I apologise for the behaviour of my sons." Lord Stark, their father said.
"No need my lord. I am just a bit confused." She said.
They finished the dinner in silence. Naeraya thanked the family for their hospitality about at the time that Robb came back.
"I'll escort you back to your chambers my lady." He said She nodded hesitantly. "It would be an honor my lord."
They were walking through the dark halls in silence until Robb started to speak, "Jon isn't usually like this, in fact I've never seen him lose his cool like that."
Naeraya was curious, "So this happens regularly."
"Unfortunately yes. Jon gets really depressed and melancholic all of a sudden. I don't know why though."
"Thank you for the explanation my lord." Naeraya said.
"Please call me Robb, my lady" "Then you may call me Naeraya or Raya, whichever is more preferable"
"Of course Raya." He bent down and pressed a kiss to my hand. His lips were warm and soft on her hand.
"Sleep well" Robb said.
"Thank you. I hope you do too Robb." Raya said.
She entered her chambers and stood, looking at the fire. 'I wish I had a single clue about this Ice dragon.
