When Leana woke, she was flat on her back, staring up at the canopy. She turned her head and found Jaime lying on the opposite side of the bed, on his side.

She didn't wake cuddled up to him, like her older friends claimed to do with their husbands. Did that mean she was repulsive? Had she done something wrong the previous night?

Jaime had assured her she hadn't, after they'd thrown aside the bloodied sheet and pulled up the furs so their naked bodies were covered. They'd stayed close afterwards, perhaps it was just the way of sleep that had separated them.

No longer uncomfortable in her nakedness, she shuffled closer to Jaime, cautiously draping an arm over him, in fear of waking him.
It had the opposite effect. He shivered, and yawned.
He yawned twice as he blinked his eyes open to face the dim light coming from the window.
"You're freezing." He muttered, still half asleep.
"Oh. I am sorry, I did not mean to wake you..." Leana replied apologetically.
"No, it's fine. We would have to wake sometime." He rolled over to face her.
"Yes." She frowned. Could she not stay frozen in the little bliss she was in now forever? "I wanted to say thank you,"
"For what?"
"For yesterday. For last night." She smiled, embarrassed. Jaime grinned, it felt good knowing he had that effect on her.
"I suppose I should thank you too."

She blushed, her thoughts entirely inappropriate for the time of the morning.
"What is it?" The Kingslayer asked,
"Well, it was amazing. I was rather hoping we could do it again." She said sheepishly,
"My, you are greedy..." He teased. "But I would be delighted."

It was tradition for the newly weds to be left alone by maids and servants for three days after. That meant dressing and doing her hair herself. She found it no trouble, partly because of the fact that she picked out a dress that required no lacing or fastening.

The pair would not have left the bed if it were not for the fact that they were leaving at midday, and Leana would be leaving her family behind her.

They had agreed to split for the morning to be able to break their fast with their own families, to manage a more personal goodbye. Also, both thought it best to avoid the tension between the Lannisters and Starks.

When Leana walked towards the door, taking her first proper steps of the morning, she noticed an ache between her thighs.
Her husband noticed her wince. "Are you well?"
"Yes. I will be fine." Leana assured him.
"I apologise. I will be more gentle next time." He promised, realising the cause of her pain.
"No! No, it is quite alright." She replied quickly.
He smirked and nodded once. "I will see you later."
"Yes. Farewell for now."

As she sat down at the dining table, she realised she was the last one to do so.
"My apologies for being late."
"You were not, my dear. We only just sat." Catelyn assured her eldest daughter.
"How was last night?" Sansa asked curiously,
"Now, Sansa. It isn't the conversation for at the dining table." Leana answered, winking and grinning at her sister, who giggled. "How are we all on this fine morning?"
There was a chorus of 'Well, thank you'.
When Leana's eyes scoured the people at the table, she noticed one who was missing.
"Jon. Is he not joining us?" She asked, and her mother had immediately tensed. She disliked Jon Snow, and she was the only one who did.
"No." She answered. "I thought it should be proper."
"It is not proper unless he is here." Leana said, and finding her confidence - as now being a married woman she continued, "Whether you like it or not mother, he is our brother and I wish for him to attend my last meal at Winterfell, and I am sure so would Arya, Sansa and Bran."
Thankfully, the three others who she had mentioned nodded.

Ned, who had also wanted him there but had not asked him, in respect for his wife's wishes, now asked a servant to send for his eldest son, his bastard -as people so hatefully called him- Jon Snow.

Catelyn looked defeated, but noted she had been selfish. Her children were very close with him, and her children always came first.

After the fairly awkward meal, with no one knowing what to say to one another, they disbanded, for an hour, before finally departing.
In the hour, Leana had retrieved Storm, who was more than happy to see her. He brushed against her legs, and yapped happily.

Within the hour she was also reunited with Jaime, who had apparently had a pleasing morning with his family. As a couple, when it was finally time, they went to the courtyard, followed by servants who carried their belongings in trunks to the carriages.

Jaime again, walked over to his family and Leana to her's.

First, she said goodbye to her youngest brother, Rickon - who in all fairness didn't really understand. He wouldn't miss her that much, he was too little.
"You'll be in charge now Rickon." Leana had said,
"No, I won't. Robb is still here."
"Yes, but Robb will be very busy. You will have to look after mother when he is otherwise involved."
"I'm a big boy." He said confidently, puffing out his chest like he had seen so many men do.
Leana laughed, "Yes, you are."
Bran understood, but he was off to King's Landing with their father, at least he would still be with him, and his two other sisters.
She hugged him all the same. Also, acting as a man of the house, Bran showed no doubt or sadness.

Arya shoved Bran out of the way and threw her arms around her sister.
"You have to come to Kings Landing as often as you can." She pleaded.
"I will try my best." Leana assured, a bit taken aback.
"You have too! Sansa will drive me mad. She won't stop talking about Prince Lukas. You're the only sane one!"
Leana smiled, but she could started to get the feeling in the back of her throat when she was about to cry. "Okay. But, when I am not - promise you will be good. For father-"
Arya pulled away and nodded furiously. "Of course."
They nodded strongly, smiling at one another before Arya ran off to Jon, whom Leana had already bid farewell.

Sansa had just giggled, wished her well, and asked the same that Arya had, except blaming Arya for the mishappenings.

Her mother had been difficult. Her mother was crying. Her father had kept his braveface. Besides, it was nothing he hadn't done before. Her father hugged her, apologised, and wished her well.

Her mother had kept her in a long embrace, instructing her in stupid motherly things before kissing each of her cheeks and reluctantly letting her go to Robb.

The twins, simply stood, facing each other for seconds, before both of them flung their arms around one another.
"You'll stay safe, won't you?"
"Of course Robb. And you'll look after yourself."
"Yes. And Winterfell."
"I'm going to miss you dear brother." She sobbed, but still (thankfully) no tears.
"And you too, Leana."

She pulled away and look at his face. He was fighting tears, she could tell. He was a man, of course he didn't want to cry in front of everyone.
The King yelled for them all to round up and leave.
That was it, she was leaving now.

The family who were going to Kings Landing were already heading to their carriages. After one last, sad look at her brother, she went to hers.
No longer part of the Kings Guard, and now a lord, Jaime joined her not long after.
As the carriage began to move, Leana began to cry. Wet, salty tears rolled down her face.
She chewed her lip, keeping back any hideous sobs.

When Jaime noticed, and became concerned, he reached for her, and wrapped his arms comfortingly around her.
"I am sorry. I should not be so weak." Leana mumbled.
"Do not apologise for feeling." He said simply.