Winterfell was bigger than I imagined, bigger and colder. Even though it was technically still summer, the chill was coming through the fortress, with the high walls and the carved sigmas along the walls and corners. It made Thedra Ascent look more young and less historic, and I couldn't help but stare wherever we went.

We rode in through the woods, I was given a horse to ride and we got there before I knew it. Going farther away from Thedra Ascent, I felt more curious as to how this whole ting was going to work out for me. Were they going to like what I made for them, or would they hate it? I felt as though I was under so much pressure that it was making me sick to my stomach. I hated having people looking at me to begin with, and now it was the fact that people were going to watch me work. Eddard Stark lead the way, having me be in the middle of the group of knights towards Winterfell, making me feel as though I was under the top protection. Why would I, they only needed me for making dresses.

The cloak I had felt like it was doing no justice to the more chilling summer I was feeling as we entered the courtyard and dismounted from our horses. The servants from Winterfell all looked on as we all stood there. We were in the courtyard, and I could see several towers around me, along with a space for the horses in one end and a smithy in another end. There was a pleasing scent coming from my right, having me see a smaller building that must of been the kitchen. I was too in awe with where I was when Eddard Stark approached me. I instantly lowered my eyes to not want to catch him off guard, clutching my cloak close to me as he smiled at me.

"Let me take you to your room here in Winterfell, you can get settled and I'll introduce you to the family." He said to me, one of his servants next to me. I nodded my head, following him to the open door along the courtyard, having me see that it was the Guest House. We both walked through the halls.

"I don't need a room in your halls milord. I am fine with stay out here in one of the servant's quarters sir." I explained to him as he made it into the hallways of Winterfell. It was surprisingly warm now, very warm compared to Thedra Ascent. I know now that they had the hot water coming through the walls to make it warm, but for some reason Winterfell was warmer than my own home.

"Nonsense. You are a guest here, I won't be treating you as a servant when I asked for your aid. Lord Aaron was concerned about your treatment here." He explained to me in his kind tone as we walked up a few steps. I raised a eyebrow behind him, a bit confused.

"He was milord?" I asked him.

"Aye, since you are nothing but a hard working servant in his Realm he didn't want you to be treated wrongly here. I see you as a guest, nothing more or less." He explained to me, facing me in the hallway. I looked up at him, seeing him look down at me with a softness and kindness in his eyes. I didn't feel like a servant when he looked at me, but then again it was the Lord of Winterfell. He was both scaring me and making me fell welcome at the same time. Lord Stark then pointed to the room to my left, opening the door for me and having me peer in.

"I am other businesses to attend to, but you can make yourself comfortable and I will have a servant help you with anything you need." He explained to me as I walked into the room. There was a small bed, but big enough for em to sleep in, that was in fact a featherbed with furs on top of it along with a few drawers on one side of the room and lit candles along the walls. I felt as though this was a palace compared to my old home, the shack int he market. Looking back at Lord Stark, he waited as I smiled at him with a small curtsey.

"I only wish to know where you want me to work." I replied back to him, see in him shake his head.

"Not until tomorrow, since supper is coming around soon I don't want you to start working just yet." he explained, having me nod my head and see a servant girl, about one and four enter and look at me with a small smile on her face. She had blond frail but light hair that was pulled back with a leather strap and was wearing her own simple gown that was gray and silver, the House Stark colors.

"May I draw you a bath milady?" She asked me aloud, going over to the other door int he room and opening it, showing me that there was a large tub and other lit candles there. I immediately shook my head, she had it all wrong.

"Oh no, I'm not a lady." I said in a quick embarrassed tone, seeing her look embarrassed herself as she tried to compose herself once more.

"I apologize! I thought you were a lady, I assumed since you are staying here and what Lord Stark said—" She said, but I shook my head and cut her off.

"It's fine, truly." I said to her, seeing her smile, "You can call me Miss Nora if you want."

"Alright…Miss Nora. I can draw you a bath for supper if you wish." She said to me aloud, having me smile and nod at her in a polite fashion. She then hurried into the other room, grabbing the pale of water and thing getting it ready for me. AS she did this, I walked over to the window that was there in my room, looking out and seeing the courtyard and the people working away without a care or worry in the world. It made me feel as though I went to the otherside, being served and not a servant. The feeling was a bit sour in my throat, since I was content being down there and being a guest at the same time. Nothing made sense to me anymore, nothing that I was used to.

There was a knock at the door, having me finish the dress that I brought with me and fixed my hair in loose curls around my shoulders. I thought it was the nicest dress I had so I decided to wear it to the supper at hand. It was in the Thedra's colors: Green with a hint of gold and earth brown along the embroidery art on my sleeves and chest. I tried my hardest to both look presentable and not overdoing it. It was still a new concept for me to be seen as a guest, since I was merely here to make dresses for the family. But I finished with the ringlets in my hair, and I looked at the door. There were a couple samplings of dresses that I brought for the trip in order to show the Stark family my work. The servant girl who was helping me, her name being Astrid, was going to come with us with the dresses in hand and helping me with the processes. Bless her and her serving heart, she was far too kind to me.

"Come in." I said aloud, even that sounded off to me, The door opened, having me see a young man who looked like he was around my age, but he was dressed like a highborn. He must of been, the furs on his cloak and the striking resemblance of Lord Stark. But that resemblance though….no….it couldn't be.

He looked like me.

He had the same shade of dark red in his hair, along with the grey and light blue in his eyes. it scared me for a moment, how we both looked very similar and close to it. How could that be so? Was this some kind of dream, but I pushed that out of my mind as he smiled at me and I did my polite curtsey.

"Milord." I said aloud, wanting to be as polite as humanly possible. He must of Lord Stark's son, since he had three sons and two daughters. He smiled at me as he did a slight bow to me, having me freeze from his movement. I did not have the right to have a bow towards me, it was not mine to have. But he did it, as if it was nothing.

"I am Rob Stark, I was sent to accompany you to supper tonight." he said aloud to me, having me get lost again in his features. It was as if, as silly as it sounded, that if I was a man I would look just like him. It was so strange, very strange, but I found my voice once more as I walked over to him.

"Thank you milord." I said to him, seeing him move out of the way for me to move out of my room. Astrid was behind us with the dresses in hand, giving us room behind us. We walked down the hallway, side by side as we moved through the halls of Winterfell.

"I do hope your trip here wasn't uncomfortable." He asked me aloud in a lighter tone, showing some interest in me.

"It wasn't, milord. I found it to be pleasing." I replied back to him, seeing a surprised look on his face as we went out of the Guest House across the courtyard. I saw some of the servants look at us as we passed by, having me see their eyes on me and the question on their minds: Why is she dressed do fondly?

I had the same question.

"A trip through Wolfswood is pleasing? I have heard such a thing." He replied to me in a lighter tone. I smiled from my spot as we walked to the Great Hall, having me see the light glow of the Hall coming through the open doors.

"Well, to be fair milord, I have never ventured out of Thedra Ascent in years. The last time was when I was a younger child and I went to Kings landing with my master." I said to him, seeing him nod his head.

"That is a fair point." He said back to me, having me feel a bit better talking to him in such a manner. I shouldn't be talking to him, he was too high up for me to talk to him in such a manner. What in seven hells was I doing?

"Your room is to your liking I assume?" he asked me with a hint of curiosity in his tone before we entered the Great Hall.

"It is, thank you for letting me stay there milord." I said to him as we walked through, having me loose my breath as how huge the hall was. It was warm once again, the lit candles giving it a glow and a tint of orange and yellow. I followed the young Lord Stark to the head table, having me see others sitting at the other tables around me and having their own supper. AS we walked, they watched me with their eyes and the loud talking was present. It made me remember the Great Hall of Thedra when guests would come, a huge celebration and laughter being heard. I felt so out of place, yet here I was following the eldest Stark son to the head table and having me look in wonder and fascination. There they were, the House of Stark