It was a day worthy of celebration and jubilation, and so all Winterfell was celebrating. Despite being a triple marriage, Ned was more nervous than the couples.

"I never thought I would live to witness something like this," he confessed to Cat. "My little ones have become men and they are going to build their own families and I am going to give my beloved Sansa to another family."

"And for a Lannister, that's unbelievable," the wife added, "but you know Ned, Tyrion is more Stark than Lannister. He was always at your side in government and never supported his sister.

"He found a home here," agreed the old president, "he really belongs to our family."

"Today more than ever," Catelyn smiled, and Eddard grew a bit calmer.

The three grooms stood together at the foot of the altar in the ballroom. It was not a small event and because of this members of important families were there to honor them and all the Stark were there without exception. Both Tyrion and Bran shared a similar feeling. Their appearance was exposed for all to see, and whether they wanted to or not, a certain inner ghost whispered that that was not what a groom would look like. At that moment, Daenerys came to the three of them and gave each one a hug.

"Don't let your nervousness get in the way of this wonderful moment," she told Bran, Rickon, and Tyrion, "just think of your loved ones and nothing more."

Her brothers-in-law and co-worker thanked her.

To the sound of the music played softly by the instrumentalists, the brides entered slowly. Everyone's eyes focused on them. Upon meeting their respective fiancees, Meera and Sansa knelt down. Without hesitation, Lyanna and Rickon did the same. In silence they decided that all ceremony would be held like this.

The brides and grooms made the eternal promise of loving, caring and respecting each other forever, until the end of their lives each other, Meera to Bran and Bran to Meera, Sansa to Tyrion and Tyrion to Sansa, and finally Rickon to Lyanna and Lyanna to Rickon. The grooms kissed their brides and closed the ceremony and kicked off the party. Bran decided to just watch the dance in the middle of the hall and Meera was at his side, it reminded them of the snowball wars on the first day of winter and, no matter how much his legs kept him from dancing, he was glad, more than he could imagine.

Sansa and Tyrion danced just like the first time he went to a Stark ball, the moment he felt his love for her flourish.

Lyanna allowed Rickon to sit for a while but when the music got restless, he pulled it insistently, in a way he could not resist sitting focused. In her dance, she led him frantically through every possible space in the hall, which made him laugh with the excitement of his wife.

In a very discreet corner, there was Eddard Stark admiring all that joy under his roof. The years had been good for him, to allow him to live after all his efforts and struggles.

"What are you thinking, my father-in-law?" Daenerys approached him slowly.

"In all of you," he replied, "and the day you married Jon, the first of my children's weddings."

"And we came to the last ones," she said, "I really don't remember seeing this place so happy, with the whole family together, with the new and old members together. And somehow I was the first of the new family. So much time has passed since there ..."

"I know how much you've worked, and now my dear Dany" Ned has looked at her "you also have the chance and opportunity to live calmer, quieter times."

"I do think so." Dany smiled, nodding, and feeling an overwhelming desire to hug him, she did it.

"What's the hug for?" Ned asked, smiling.

"Out of gratitude," Dany explained, "for everything you did for me and for letting me be part of your family."

"The gain is all ours Dany" Ned smiled at her one more time.

And Daenerys was sure that was exactly how Lyanna, Meera, and Tyrion felt, welcome to the Stark family, their family.