Chapter 10
Arya POV
"Sit still Arya" my mother commanded as I was fidgeting while the maids where fixing my hair. I have been up since dawn getting ready for my wedding. My hair is currently being pulled in various directions as the maid was twisting my hair into a complex braid.
"Oh her hair looks lovely doesn't it mother?" Sansa squeaked while observing my hair.
"Yes Sansa it looks perfect for a bride on her wedding day" my mother answered her all the while looking down at a list of things that needed to me done. My mother always liked to keep things organised.
"Arya are you okay" Sansa whispered into my ear making me jump.
"I am just nervous that's all" I answered Sansa still trying to contain the butterflies in my stomach.
"Don't be Arya you know Jon; you are finds already" Sansa replied while taking my hand in hers.
"Marriage is a big step" I said in response
"I know but we must do our duty Arya it is expected of us" Sansa retorted in a serious tone clearly ending the conversation.
"Arya it is time for the dress" my mother said as the maid moved over to grab my wedding dress from the wardrobe. The maid then put the gown own me with great care. I could hear short gasps from my sister and mother afterwards shock evident on their faces.
"Oh Arya you look absolutely wonderful" my mother said with tears in her eyes she then pulled me into a quick hug.
"It is time my ladies" a maid said as she quickly entered the room.
"Arya go down the hall your father should be waiting for you" my mother commanded and ushered me out of the room in haste. I walked down the cold hallway towards the great hall just beside the large oak doors I was met with my father standing with a proud smile on his face.
"Are you okay?" my father questioned me as he took my arm.
I tried to muster a reassuring smile in response but all that came out was a forced smile.
"It is alright to my scared Arya; fear is only natural my dear child but it is something that we all must overcome" my father responded. Father always seemed to have a way with words that very few in Winterfell posed.
"Thank you father you are the first person to actually ask how I am feeling" I retorted with a smile on my face. This talk with my father was able to temper some of the dizzy feelings that I was having all day.
Jon POV
I am currently standing outside beside wirewood oak tree listening to Robb and Theon for seems like forever. There where so many unfamiliar people crowded around the god's wood it the crowd was quite large so I couldn't help but feel slightly claustrophobic as a result. Once everyone got gathered around the castle doors started to slowly open which revealed Arya and her father. Arya was wearing a long silver gown which was her house colours judging from her expression she was as nervous as I am. Eddard slowly walked Arya over to stand at my side he offered me a small encouraging smile before he too took his seat.
"Are you both ready to begin?" old nan questioned us.
"Yes" we both responded immediately.
"Jon will you make your vows in front of the heart tree?" Old nan said to me.
"I promise to remain a faithful Husband to Arya for all of the days of my life" I responded slowly making sure to not mess up.
"Now Arya" old nan said to Arya.
"I promise to remain a faithful Wife to Jon for all of the days of my life" Arya responded quickly looking to old nan in reassurance afterwards.
"Now you both have made your vows at the heart tree I present Jon and Arya Targaryen!" old nan shouted. I took hold of Arya's hand and led her to the great hall through the crowd of people. This was a day that I had built up in my head since Arya was a mere baby and now we are finally married in such a short time.
"Arya and Jon take your seats at the top table" Catelyn commanded so I led Arya to the table where her family was already seated. The feast consisted with various dishes and people approaching us with congratulations there where so many people I sometimes forgot how large the north was.
"Something doesn't feel right Jon" Arya whispered in my ear.
"What is the problem?" I questioned her.
"There are too many unfamiliar people here Jon there isn't that many northern lords" Arya hissed back in response.
"You worry too much Arya everything will be fine" I responded with a small smile. Arya was always one for over reacting at times.
A group of people started amassing at the back of the hall in deep conversation. I couldn't make out a single memorable face from the crowd but it didn't matter because as soon as they formed they broke apart.
"Jon!" Arya screamed and pushed me to the ground. I looked around and saw arrows being fired in the room if it wasn't for Arya I would have been hit. The screams from frightened people could be heard around the room. This had to have been planned but who would do such a thing?
"Jon get Arya out!" Robb yelled as he left the table to combat the attackers.
"Arya lets go" I said to her while pulling her towards the door.
"Jon wait!" Arya shouted. I looked in front to see that the doors where blocked and various people where franticly trying to escape.
"Arya get to Sansa" I told her at least she can ensure that the rest of the family is safe.
I left Arya to find my uncle Eddard and Robb in the hopes of stopping them. When I reached Eddard I saw that he was being overwhelmed by the unknown men. I grabbed my sword from my belt quickly and plunged my sword into one of their backs swiftly unfortunately more rose up around us both. Robb raced over to us to help and soon we were finally making progress so much so that the men were forced to back into a corner.
"Stop" said a gruff voice. We both turned around to face a man but in his grip was uncle Eddard with a longsword to his sword.
"What do you want?" Robb questioned the man in response.
"Give up the north or he gets it" he shouted.
"Robb don't be foolish" Uncle Eddard yelled trying to get his son to see sense.
"Now boy think about your family how would they feel without their precious father" the man tried to reason.
"Robb do as your father says!" Catelyn shouted over to Robb from where she was standing holding a scared Sansa in her arms.
I sneaked up behind the man in an attempt to disarm him while he was distracted by Robb. I took my longsword and swiftly placed it tightly next to the man's neck. "release him" I commanded to the man.
"That's a lot of nerve you got boy" the man replied.
"Release this man or I will end your life" I retorted in a more commanding tone.
"All right boy have it your way" the man responded and released uncle Eddard from his grasp.
"Father" Robb said and walked over to great him. All of a sudden a scruffy man swiftly got behind Eddard and put his rusty sword right into his back all I could hear was a short gasp before he fell onto the ground. The other unknown men tried to make their escape through the doors of the hall.
"Guards get these monsters!" Robb yelled as he held his father.
"Us free folk will claim all of your land" one of the men said as the exited the room.
"Robb you will have to lead the war now" Eddard managed to say in a horse voice to his son.
" I will father I will make those wildlings pay for this" Robb replied in anger.
The guards of winterfell managed to arrive now that the wildlings where escaping the castle. From the sounds of loud cries and clashes of steel they weren't able to escape after all.