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Lord and Lady Stark

One of the bards – the one whose voice Sansa enjoys the most – starts playing Fair Maids of Summer. Arya, drawing behind Bran and her, watches everyone suspiciously who approaches them. She smiled and talked and danced heroically for hours, and now she thinks she made her duty.

Sansa would dance through the night – or until her mother allows her to stay – with great pleasure, but it is refreshing to have a rest and speak with her siblings.

By the high table, Lady Meera Stark is laughing loudly at something Robb told her. Apparently, they like each other. Although Robb does not treat her as a lord treats his lady. He behaves like this when he is with Jon or Jory or any other friend of his.

Bran thinks the same.

"I like this more than whatever Jon and Jeyne do," he notes. "That's odd and scary."

"And gross," Arya adds grimacing and Bran nods in approval.

Sansa does not agree with them but she decides it is better to not voice her opinion. When Arya and Bran become older, they will understand anyway. Though, she dreamed about love already at their age. And she dreams about love now.

But she cannot immure herself from reality – as Mother has often warned her. That amicability and easiness between Robb and Meera is a very good but probably very rare beginning for a marriage.

Sansa must feel herself lucky if she finds something similar.

And speaking about that… Looking around again, her gaze is almost as suspicious as Arya's.

One of these northern boys who take her for a dance tonight will be her lord husband. It is possible that Mother and Robb have already known which one.

But maybe not. Maybe they will ask her too.

She smiles and gives her hand to Torrhen Karstark bowing before her.