Sansa's wedding would be taking place tomorrow, so for one day, all the woman and men were separated and only mother, father, King Rhaegar and Aunt Lyanna, were allowed to see each other. So the men were all in the great hall, and the women were all together in the other chamber, where we did our sewing and where most of us were taught by Maester Luwin.

It was tiny and was laid out with tables and sweet foods, cheeses and Ladies. Mother, Aunt Lyanna, Arya and I were there along with Lady Cersei, Lady Myrcella, Lady Hera, Princess Daenerys, Princess Visenya and other northern ladies, who I didn't know, were there. Arya and I were sat together, and I could tell that she was annoyed.

"What is wrong Arya?" I asked as she glared at our Lady Mother, who was gushing over Sansa and Aunt Lyanna. Arya turned to look at me with her bright grey eyes burning with annoyance. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she sighed in annoyance.

"It's these dresses! Why on earth do we have to wear pink?" She asked as she picked at her pale pink dress. I was dressed in a plain light pink/ purple under dress, and my over dress was dark pink with silver and grey detailing. It was secured by my silver belt, and as usual, I wore my direwolf pendant.

"Because Sansa looks lovely in pink and we're her sisters, so we have to wear the same colour as the bride to be. We'll be wearing dark blue tomorrow so you might prefer that." She still glared at me and then sighed.

"I suppose that's better than this."She mumbled as mother brought out the gifts that had been sent for her wedding. Everyone turned to watch Sansa as she opened the first box, from our mother and us, but Arya and I hadn't picked it.

She pulled out a set of different colour ribbons, a new comb and a new necklace with a diamond carved into the shape of a heart. She beamed at this and cried: "Thank you, thank you so much, they're all beautiful." She hugged mother and then surprisingly, she got up and hugged Arya and then me. We smiled at her as she returned to her seat.

Arya leant over to talk again and said: "Please don't be like this on the eve of your wedding." I turned and looked at her.

"Trust me, I won't, and I'll expect you to wear Stark grey though because you are a Stark, not some Southerner." She nodded and smiled at my words. Unlike our older sister, both Arya and I had rejected the Southern upbringing that our mother had insisted on us having. We were as wild as the North itself, and we knew it.

However, my attention was brought back to Sansa as she pulled out a new nightdress. It was a gold dress, but it was almost sheer. Many of the ladies giggled as Sansa blushed and I leaned over to Arya. "If you ever give me something like that I will never forgive you." She looked at me terrified and then spoke.

"Why is it like that? I mean it's practically see through. Why would anyone want to wear that?" I shook my head at her and smiled.

"It's meant to be alluring to men, you to make them want to er..." I stumbled tried to find the word, but apparently, Arya knew.

"To make a man want to fuck her." She whispered. I wasn't surprised at her choice of words, and I smiled a bit. She returned it and we both, in turn, rolled our eyes at the thought. Arya then added: "That's stupid. Sansa's pretty enough as it is even if she isn't as pretty as you." I looked at my little sister in surprise.

"I'm not pretty, Arya." She stared at me and then we felt something by our legs. Glancing down, we saw Rhaenys and Storm playing with each other, but I noticed that she wasn't like this with Ghost. No, with him she tended to just walk beside him and occasionally they'd nip at each other's fur.

"You are pretty, Nym. Why else would Prince Jon, Joffrey Baratheon and Podrick Lannister have been staring at you like you're the only girl they've ever seen?" Shaking my head, I was saved from answering by Sansa gasping at something.

She pulled out a new bridle for her horse, which was embroidered with dragons, direwolves and Kraken's from Aunt Lyanna. She beamed at our Aunt, who simply sent her a bright smile and nodded her head.

"How long will this take Nym? And when can I see the boys again? I want to talk to Gendry. He's a smith, and he said he'd teach me." I stared at my little sister because over the five days that our guests had been here, I'd spent most of my time with the women, Bran and Jon.

"Gendry? As in Gendry Baratheon? The man that you might end up being married to?" She blushed, which shocked me. Arya never blushed, and I knew that she'd taken a liking to him, so I said: "You like him."

"Nym, can you just answer my question?" She asked as I grinned at her because I had a feeling that the blacksmith lord had taken a liking to her as well.

"We'll see the boys tomorrow, and this will probably take all day." She groaned at that and then looked over at me again.

"How about you and Jon? What's happening with that? Don't think I haven't seen you. I saw the way you two danced and the way that you fought. As well as the way that he walked you back to your chambers when you were wandering around at night. I also saw how he watched you as you taught Bran the houses, their sigils and their words. His eyes hardly left you." She smirked at me, and I blushed looking down at the table.

"He's kind and sweet to talk to, but I doubt that I'll end up marrying him." She gave me a sad smile, and we looked back at the other ladies, knowing that we had several hours left of this torture.

Jon's Point of View

All the high lords had gathered in the great hall, and they were all drinking fine wines and heavy ales as they all talked, very loudly. Sitting at the back of the hall, I began noticing things. Theon was being treated like royalty, and almost everyone was surrounding him, and that included my father as well as Lord Eddard.

However, due to this Lord Baratheon and his sons stayed away. Even though Lord Baratheon was spared and mother was thrilled, he was still resentful of the fact that mother loved my father and not him. Gendry was kind enough, and Tommen was pleasant, unlike Joffrey, but their father didn't approve of them being close to me.

Sighing, I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes. Having always hated these social gatherings, I closed my eyes and thought about Nymeria. She just wouldn't leave my mind, and I wasn't sure why. She was so strong and brave. She'd challenge anyone and would fight back with deadly fierceness. She wore a sword at her belt and would teach her siblings how to fight as well as gifting her younger sister her own sword.

But she wasn't just strong and brave.

She was kind and shy. Her cheeks would flush when embarrassed and she was tentative about asking something, but she had a driving curiosity, which I admired. She was kind, courteous and clearly protective of her siblings.

And she was beautiful.

Any man with eyes knew that, and I knew that many of the men and boys, whether married or not stole glances at her. She was stunning, and I certainly did enjoy her company, but I was confused. I had never experienced anything like this ever before.

"Thinking about your Lady Love?" Came a voice from around my elbow and I knew that it was Tyrion talking to me. Opening my eyes, I looked down at him and saw him holding a cup of wine.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, pinching his wine and taking a long drink of it, causing him to look at me in annoyance.

Snatching it back, he said: "You're thinking about Nymeria, aren't you?" There was a smirk playing at his lips as he looked up at me. Rolling my eyes, I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"And why would I do that, Lord Tyrion?" He stared up at me with his smirk widening, even more, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Because you're enchanted by her. You find her beautiful." Looking at him, I turned and cocked my head to the side as I stared at him.

"Of course I find her beautiful, I have eyes." He snorted at that and almost spat out his wine as he stared at me.

"Yes, you have eyes, but so do I. So are your long lingering looks a political strategy?" My eyes widened. I really hadn't expected him to say that at all.

"Are you suggesting that I'm in love with Nymeria?" I asked him incredulously because I knew that no matter how much I was attracted to her, I knew that I couldn't fall in love with a woman in a matter of days.

"No, I'm not suggesting that." He said to me as I sighed. Tyrion was wise and could read everyone and everything. He seemed to be able to know what I was thinking, and he always appeared to be able to use it against me.

"Then what exactly are you suggesting, Lord Tyrion?" He just stared at me with a long hard lingering look. There was something about that look that made me feel like I was a small boy again.

"I'm suggesting that you've taken a liking to her." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before saying: "All she really wants in a marriage is to fall in love and for her husband to love her in return. Do you see Lord Tyrstane loving her? Do you see Joffrey Baratheon loving her? Do you see my son loving her? Do you see Loras Tyrell loving her?"

"No," I muttered quietly, and when he had said the last one, I knew that she'd never find love with the Tyrell boy, after all, he was homosexual. He'd never appreciate her at all, and she didn't deserve that at all.

Tyrion looked at me and said: "But you could. You could grow to love to her, and she'd grow to love you." His words repeated themselves over and over again in my head.

"Love is not a necessity. Love is not a luxury that we get given. We do our duty and hope that it may follow, but doesn't always." Tyrion stared at me, and he sighed sadly as if he recalled something he had said to another.

"When I spoke to Nymeria, I told her that love is not a necessity, but you can fall in love with her." I stared down at him in surprise, having never expected to hear him say that and he stared right back at me. His green eyes were bright with knowledge and from having drunk a bit too much.

"Well, then you've said it yourself, love is not a necessity, and neither Nymeria nor I have a choice on who we are to marry. If we do marry then yes, I do believe I may fall for her, but I will not be dishonour to my house." With that, I pushed myself off the wall with Ghost trailing after me, and I went to talk to my father, while Tyrion stared at me with a thoughtful expression, but I knew that I couldn't trust myself to keep talking to him.