Lyarra was currently sitting on a chair, her two sisters and Rodrick's daughters in her room, helping braid her hair as she prepared for her wedding. There she sat, as the girls behind her briefly squabble over how she should wear her hair until Catelyn Stark walked into her room and excused the girls. Quickly, it was only the two of them, leaving Lyarra slightly uncomfortable, never remembering a time when the two were alone together.

Her lady mother's hands quickly brushed her dark hair and pulled some of it away from her face and braided only that, letting the hair in the back hang loose. "You look beautiful," Catelyn Stark commented, showing the girl her reflection in the mirror. "Very much like your mother," she pointed towards the painting of her mother before she had married. "I'm sure you miss her. I'm sorry that I couldn't be a mother to you. I wasn't ready to be a mother so quickly."

"I don't blame you. I wish I felt accepted by you more, but you were supposed to be my aunt. Then my uncle died, and my father stepped into his place. I just wish I knew my mother, had some memories of her, I think it would have been easier that way. How did you feel when you got married?"

"Nervous, mostly, I had never met Ned before the wedding. Then, the wedding night." Catelyn sighed, "When the time comes, lay back and try to relax. It will be painful at first, but it will ease, eventually." Lyarra gave a small nod, her hands wringing in her lap as she waited for it to be time, as her lady mother left the room.

Finally, her father opened the door, ready to guide her to the godswood.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Ser Rodrik asked, beginning the ceremony.

"Lyarra, of House Stark, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?" She walked past her family and Jory's as they approached the heart tree and came to stand in front of Jory and Ser Rodrik.

"Jory, or House Cassel. Who gives her?"

"Eddard, of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

"Lady Lyarra, do you take this man?"

"I take this man."

Jory took Lyarra's hand and the two of them knelt in front of the heart tree, Lyarra silently gave thanks to the Gods for Jory and prayed for a happy life with him. When the two were done, they stood up, and Jory removed the cloak that was on her shoulders, putting his own in its place. She turned and smiled at him, as he swept her up in his arms, and led the wedding party back into the hall for the feast.

The meal was relatively simple but consisted of both Lyarra's and Jory's favorites. Roasted hen and salted fish were served, along with an array of roasted vegetables and biscuits. Mead and ale were present on the table along with cider for her siblings. Then for dessert was sweet cake and pumpkin pie.

The meal passed quickly, and Jory whispered in her ear, causing her to blush. "By your leave, my Lord, my lady." He guided her standing, then swept her up in his arms and carried her towards her rooms, that the two now shared.

The door was kicked closed and Lyarra was briefly set down as he removed her cloak and other clothes, then he picked her up again to lay her on the bed. She watched him as he removed his clothes then came towards her on the bed, climbing on top of her and let his lips meet hers.

The next morning, Lyarra woke up in Jory's arms and laying on his chest. She felt sore, but it did not diminish her happiness in the least. Her fingers danced on his chest as he softly snored, however, it did not last as he soon woke.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered to her, flipping the two of them so he was once again above her. She reached up and lowered his head to hers, kissing his lips. Quickly, the two resumed their activities that began the night before until a knock came at the door and caused the two to break apart.

"Get up, you two." The voice was Rodrik's, "the men wish to congratulate you on your wedding, and training still needs to be done." Reluctantly, Jory pulled himself from her and stood from the bed, Lyarra following slowly. The two dressed, Lyarra pinning her hair while Jory put his armor on. "It's about time that the two of you greeted the day," Rodrik laughed, causing the two to blush. They followed him through the halls into the courtyard where the men trained, where a crowd stood waiting then began to hoot and holler when Lyarra and Jory made their appearance.

Lyarra watched him join his friends until Sansa approached her, attempting to ask questions about the bedding. However, Lyarra disregarded her, escaping below to the crypts, where her mother was laid to rest.

A stone statue stood in the dark. Despite the likeness being captured in stone, it still left much to the imagination, some of which were answered by the painting that hung in her room. Lyarra knew little of her: her name of Marta, and she had not belonged to a house, and that her father had married out of love. That was all she had been told as she grew, but nevertheless, Lyarra had an attachment to her mother and shared what had transpired the past couple days.

Days passed and Lyarra assisted her lady mother and Maester Luwin in the preparations for the king. A few days before the King was expected to arrive, her father had sent Jory and some other guards to meet them as an Honor Guard. Those few nights, Lyarra felt lonely, her chambers and bed empty, however, it was something she knew she would face with the role Jory held.

Horse hooves were heard from a distance, which could only mean that the King and his retinue had arrived. She yearned to see Jory once more, as she stood amongst her siblings to greet the King. Following her father's queue, they bowed and rose as he did.

"You've gotten fat." Those were the first words that the King spoke. Silence ensued as everyone waited to see what would happen. Both began to laugh and hug each other, cutting the tension that existed in the courtyard. The King greeted her lady mother, then moved down the line of children, calling her "Little Lyarra," followed by "you must be Robb," then commenting on her younger siblings' appearances.

The King and her father went down to the crypts, and the Queen was in a mood, however, Lyarra was only concerned with finding Jory, as she had not seen him enter with the retinue. She found him at the far end, still mounted upon his horse. He dismounted his horse in a swoop and she found herself in his arms.

"Shall we go for a ride?" He whispered in her ear. She eagerly nodded, and he helped lift her on his horse, sitting behind her. His hands wrapped on either side of her waist, holding the reins tightly while making sure that she would not fall. "We will be back before the feast!" Jory told his men, then gave a small kick, and the two left, into the greenery that surrounded Winterfell.

They rode for nearly an hour, escaping the chaos that had come to Winterfell. "I missed you," Lyarra told him, as he lifted her down from the horse and the two sat beneath some of the trees. There they were, the sounds of nature around them, as they intertwined once more. However, the time past quickly, and they found that it was late afternoon, and needed to rush back in time to get ready for the feast.