"You look beautiful" Jon said. Jon came to fetch Reya as she was the only one of the Starks left in the Keep.
Reya wore a gown of grey satin with sleeves that almost fitted her wrists, "You think so" The front part of her hair divided into five braids reaching the back of her hair bundled into a bun, The rest of her chestnut hair dripped over her shoulders.
"Of course. I think the Prince might like you very much"
"Oh would you all shut it about this betrothal shit" She said slamming her chambers door behind her "It's getting very annoying."
"I'm sorry" Jon said offering his elbow to her. Reya sighed but still grabbing it then they started to walk. It had been the talk all noon many kept asking Reya if it was true and it wasn't even official.
"I heard Uncle Benjen was coming." She started. They walked down the stairs each step she clutched Jon,s elbows tighter. She didn't see where she stepped even as she slightly lifted it her long skirt still covered her feet.
"I heard the same. It's been too long since we last saw him" Jon said, as his eyes lingered.
"What is it?" She released the grip on her skirt when they reached the bottom of the stairs continuing to walk.
"I was-" He pursed his lips before continuing, "I was planning to go with him to the wall"
Reya,s eyes rounded, "You mean to take the black?" his brother nodded "Why- I mean..." The music from the hall rang throughout Winterfell.
"You know why." Jon usually talked to her about how he felt and Reya always comforted him.
The Starks saw the Great Hall almost Crowded as they came in. Their parents seated themselves at the High table while the sibling seated at the long table just below them. Reya chatted with Princess Myrcella as they waited for feast to begin. She stood in front her while the Princess sat. "Your brother is really handsome." The princess said twirling a strand of her golden hair at her fingers.
"Really?" The Stark girl chuckled.I wish could say the same for yours
"Oh please don't tell him I said that, Reya" Myrcella pleaded grabbing Reya's hands.
She chuckled once again, "I won't. But I could tell him to ask you for a dance"
"That would be wonderful" She answered whispering. They were disturbed when someone tapped on Reya's shoulders. She glance behind her.
"My Lady." The Prince said "Excuse us" Myrcella nodded to her and turned to face the Long table.
"My prince"
"Truly yours" he smiled expecting a giggle out of Reya, instead she gritted her teeth forcing her lips to stretch, but the prince didn't mind that. He hooked his elbow in her arm leading her to walk. "You look very lovely tonight my lady."
"So do you."
But I've been a bit confused lately you Are my betrothed am I right?"
"I haven't made my decision"
"I do believe a father makes the decisions-"
"He was kind enough to let me" The mixed smells of the foods made Reya's stomach rumble as the Servants came in placing plates of chicken,Soups,pies and other kinds of foods in each tables.A thought went to her mind, I need to eat
"To let you refuse the order of the king? Isn't that a bit disrespectful don't you think"
"I'm sorry my prince but I don't. And if that's what you think-" Reya grabbed his arm and unhooked it from hers "-I 'believe' it doesn't matter" Her lips stretched to her cheeks. "Enjoy the feast, My prince" She sighed as she walked to her seat beside Sansa.
It was only a few hours in the feast but already roars of drunken men filled the great hall and she was already full. The drunk King Robert sat with the other men laughing with a wench on his lap. 'A King he is' Reya said in her mind disappointed. She heard the stories of his rebellion, of how the Demon of The Trident slew the Targaryen all he saw was this The whoremonger king. At that Reya saw the disgust on Queen Cersei's face.
Reya and her siblings sat at the long wooden table below the elevated platform of the royal table where their parents sat. A voiced called to Reya pulling her out of her thoughts She turned her head to her sister raising her asked,"Do you like him?" Reya mouthed 'who?' distracted from the sounds of hundreds of conversion.
"The Prince" Her friend, Jeyne, said from behind Sansa. The Prince, The prince. Would you all shut up about the Prince
"Not really" Reya answered. She smiled seeing her little sister's Jealousy
"But you're still going to wed him" Sansa said her lips pouting
"He's all yours" She blurted out. The two girls laughed and giggled as Reya watched, raising her left brow. Averting her gaze to the tankard in front of her gripping its handle to pull it closer.
The sound of her sister snapped Reya of her thoughts once again. "Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. Wiping the food Arya flipped to her face using a spoon. A bit amused Reya let out a small smirk But her mother shot from above shot her a look signaling her to deal with Arya.
Her eyes searched for her little sister. She saw her flipping bites of pies across the tab;e hitting Bran on his forehead. She stood up with haste as Arya ran away from his annoyed brother. "Arya. Bran" She called to them but it was buried in the voices of others and they continued to run around. Reya rolled her eyes forcing a sigh. She chugged the tankard of ale leaving it on the table ' gripped her dress and lifted her feet from the chair one after the other then turning to his twin. Robb at the edge of the table, laughing with a soldiers and squires. Reya caught his eye and jerked her head to her little siblings.
After grabbing the two talking them to sleep in their own chambers. The twins walked to the only Lights that illuminated from the windows of the Great Hall. When they entered, Reya slowly stopped walking as did her brother when he saw her. The girl opened her mouth but her twin spoke first "You seem disturbed. Why?"
The girl crossed her arms trying to shield herself from the cold wind "You go on, I'll tell you later. Just enjoy yourself " He planted a kiss on her sister's forehead before. Reya watched as his brother descended into the crowd.
The next morning a guard came to Reya, She was called back to the Great Hall upon the orders of the King. This is it.