"A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing."- Elizabeth I

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Chapter 2

Back in the courtyard, Jon Snow heard the news and to say at least he is not happy about it. His father told him about it, the arrangement by the King. Lord Stark asked Jon that it is better to marry her.

Jon Snow is marrying someone of Noble birth.

Lady Morgan Sharra Arryn of house of Arryn and great-niece of Jon Arryn is his wife to be.

She is marrying a bastard.

Jon frowned more and started to hit the dummy more aggressively with his blunted sword. Robb and Theon are standing in the background watching with Robb's worriedness and Theon's amusement.

"Come on, Snow. So what you're going to marry a noble girl." Theon continue, "I mean, the way I heard she is mentally retard."

"Theon," Robb hissed as he hit his rib.

Jon kept hitting the dummy until the sound paused loudly.

SNAP!

The training dummy broken and ripped as it fallen down to the ground.

Jon huff and puff his exhausted state, but still standing over the training dummy.

"Jon, don't listen to Theon said about her being," Robb tried to find some words for his bride, "different."

Jon frowned as he continues looking at the dummy is destroyed.

"Come on, Jon," Robb urged Jon to move away from the ruined dummy, "Let's get ready before the King and his party are here."

Jon went with Robb to get themselves clean off.

"What if I can't stand her?" Jon asked Robb which he replies, "Arrange marriages are complicated in the beginning, but you both will grow to tolerate each other."

Tolerate? Is this Jon's life is going to be right now? He wants to ran away and join the wall to take the Black.

"Father is counting on you," Robb reminded him.

Of course, he is. Jon is going to have to suck up to this because House of Stark cannot afford to insult the House of Arryn.

Sansa Chambers

Now here they are, getting ready for the feast. Catelyn and Sansa are in her chamber room. They are getting ready for the feast for the royal family.

"Do you think Joffrey likes me?" Sansa question while looking herself in the mirror, "What if he thinks I'm ugly?"

"Then he is the most stupid prince that he ever lives." Catelyn soothe Sansa's fear.

It seemed that Sansa didn't hear her mother.

"He is so handsome. When would we marry? Soon? Or do we have to wait?"

"Hush now. Your father hasn't said yes, yet."

"Why would he say, no?" Sansa retorted, confused. "He'd be the second most powerful man in the kingdoms."

"He'd had to leave home. He had to leave me. And so will you." Catelyn told Sansa. The last time her husband left was Robert rebellion and he brought that baby, Jon Snow with him. The second was Greyjoy's Rebellion and he brought back Theon Greyjoy as a ward.

"You left your home to come here." Sansa argued. "And I'd be queen someday." Sansa turns and pleads her mother, "Please make father say yes!"

"Sansa..."

"Please, please! It's only thing I ever wanted."

Catelyn looks lost for a moment and turns Sansa around to finish her hair.

At the feast

"I, Robert Baratheon had decreed that Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell has accepted to be the hand of the King!" The loud cheer ran through their halls.

"Also, the Baratheon and Starks had fought battles and came to our calling in two wars. I propose to unite our house together, my son and heir; Joffrey Baratheon will marry Sansa Stark. Also, Jon Arryn wished to make his niece happy and well taken care of. He has written that he wished to have Jon Snow married to his great-niece Morgan Sharra Arryn. May we unite our house!"

Louder cheers came. Catelyn furious at it. She can't believe it! Jon Snow, her husband shame is marrying an Arryn girl and could claim Eyrie should her sister and her son die. The girl showed neither resistance nor any disapproval on this match. Probably, following Jon Arryn decision as his last wished when he died.

There was music, dances, laughter and the Banners hanging on the walls. Everyone is being merry and drinking whole heartily. She is thankful at that, but never said it out loud.

By Gods, how can his grace, Robert Baratheon act so shameful in public and shaming his wife of all people?!

As she looked at Queen Cersei Baratheon had fury in her eyes, as a god hostess she must show her grace the hospitality of Winterfell?

"Is this your first time here in Winterfell, your grace?"

The queen answered, "Yes, lovely country." She saw the queen looked at Sansa and small smile was shown.

"I'm sure it's very grim after Kingslanding. I remember how scared I was when Ned first brought me up here for the first time."

Sansa came at the request of the Queen.

"Hello, little dove, but you are a beauty. How old are you?"

Cat singled Sansa to answer, "Thirteen, your grace."

Cat felt relief at her daughters answered.

"You tall. Still growing?"

"I think so, your grace."

However, she gave a very blunt question.

"And have you bled yet?"

Sansa looked stunned at she gazed at Cat. She singled her daughter again to answer her grace.

"No, your grace."

The queen asked again, "Your dress, did you make it?" Sansa nodded happily as if she forgotten about her flowering.

"Such a talent! You must make something for me." Sansa nodded and smiled more as she curtsying and left.

"I hear we might share a grandchild someday.

Catelyn heard and turned to Cersei questions said, "I hear the same."

"Your daughter will do well in the Capital. Such a beauty shouldn't be hidden in the country side."

Catelyn didn't answer only nodded.

"I'm surprises about Lord Arryn for his niece marriage."

Cat was stunned, but did not say anything.

Cersei just waved it off and laughs. "It's fine. At least she smart to know Jon Arryn make this decision and she always loved him and pleases him more than enough. Heh. It's funny that Jaime was upset about her new arrangement to Jon Snow. You know my father was about to ask for Jaime's released his duty and announce marriage proposal to her hand. Jon Arryn openly refuses to hand over his precious niece to a dishonorable man. And Jaime is angry at that and Lady Morgan would openly look at him in disgust. But I don't worry; I'm sure that my father will think of something for Lannister sake."

Catelyn knew that meaning. Tywin Lannister knew that he wants his heir and Lady Morgan in the path to produce many Lannister children soon enough.

"I assure you your grace. That Lady Morgan will be well looked after."

"Good. For your sakes, that is."

Now that sounded like a threat, but she knows that her children will do their duties.

Lady Morgan decided to sneak away from the dinner feast. She looked outside and saw snowflakes coming down from the skies.

The snow is coming down a lot and she dance a little in the courtyard.

"My Lady." Morgan gasped in fright and she is surprised at the speaker.

Jon Snow is there.

Jon is not sure what to think, but the light from the moon made her appearance so alluring and calm.

He is not sure what to do, but he feels that she doesn't like him and so he went for an apology.

"I wish to make a formal apology to you, Lady Arryn." Jon stuttered a bit and yet she looked at him with an eyebrows rise.

"I know that you are a highborn lady that was expected more from her husband, but sadly I am a bastard." Jon took a moment to breathe, "I cannot offer you much except my shame. But that's okay!" He raised his hands like an assuring wild horse to tame.

"We can make an honorable agreement that we will perform duty. Hopefully, we can grow as friends if you like?" Jon blushed and rubbed his neck with a nervous act he develops as a child.

No words are given and the wind blows threw their hairs. Jon felt like she is not happy with this arrangement. He was about to leave until he felt something pulling his sleeves.

"My Lady," Jon spoked in awe. She smiled at him. She doesn't mind!

"Can you say something?" Jon smiled shyly at her, "At least, a verbal response?" Morgan whips out a paper and her charcoal. She seems to be writing something down.

"I am mute."

Jon couldn't stop his jaw dropping. His hands are shaking the paper and he was not expecting that.

"You mean all this time you are mute."

Morgan shyly nodded her head and written something on the paper.

"I hope that you don't mind."

All this time, he thought she hated him! Turns out that she is mute this whole time and everyone thought she was a retard or a stupid girl from Eyrie.

Well, that's a relief.

"No, I don't mind as long as you don't mind me a bastard." Jon Smiled at her and she blushed more feebly.

Morgan hand went to his to shake his hand. Jon returns happily with her motion. They will call it truths and try to work out their new roles of husband and wife.

This marriage could work out for them than they thought.

Okay that is it! Sorry, about the confusion.