Visenya sighs as she looks out the window of the carriage. She had enjoyed the last few days of riding in the Northern air, however they are only hours outside of Winterfell, so when they started their journey this morning, she was ordered into the carriage with Mirena.
"My lady, please focus. I need to fix your hair and get you into your gown. We are almost there. I have cleared it with your father, Maxim will take you out riding every morning so you still get some freedom in the northern air. Now please, lets get you into your gown and boots so I can fix your hair."
Visenya sighs once more but stands up allowing Mirena to untie her peasant dress. As her dress slips off, she appraises her body. Supple yet firm breasts, a tiny waist, and round hips. She has been told she is beautiful and that any man would be lucky to have her as his wife, but all she can think of, is finding someone who will still love her when they find out her secret, someone who loves her for who she is, not her name or what she looks like. Mirena has her step into the gown of choice for meeting the Starks the first time. It's a dark blue satin gown that hugs her figure beautifully. Mirena laces up the multiple straps on the back of the dress tying her into it.
"I have your cloak to put on right before you exit. Now sit so I can work on your hair." Mirena quickly put her hair up into a typical southern style, finishing right on time as Maxim knocks on the carriage wall and announces they are approaching the Winterfell gates.
Visenya straightens up and holds her head high as she feels the carriage slow before stopping. She hears a deep voice announce, "Welcome to Winterfell Ser Davos Seaworth." And her father responds, "We are happy to be here Lord Stark."
Her father clears his throat then announces, "May I introduce my daughter, Lady Lenya Seaworth of Dragonstone."
The carriage door opens, and there stands Maxim, who holds his hand out for her to take. She takes one last deep breath, takes his hand and steps out of the carriage. She realizes at the last moment that she had forgotten her cloak when she notices how cold it is, but she powers through it. She is a daughter of fire and blood, a little cold won't harm her. She straightens her shoulders and squares her jaw as Maxim leads her to her father who takes her hand from Maxim.
"Lord Stark, may I present to you, my daughter Lenya."
Visenya averts her eyes and drops to deep curtsy in front of Lord Stark, her eyes locked onto his boots. She feels a hand take hers, the one her father is no longer holding as he dropped it when she curtsied.
"Please rise my dear. And welcome to Winterfell."
Visenyas eyes lock onto Ned Starks and she is surprised by the warmth and kindness in his eyes. Ned keeps Visenys hand in his as he turns to his wife. "Lenya may I introduce my wife Catelyn."
"It is an honor to meet you my lady." She starts to drop into a curtsy again but is stopped by Ned. Catelyn speaks before Ned does, "there is no need for that. We may be family soon. Welcome to Winterfell, we are happy to have you here."
Visenya feels a pull on her dress and she looks down and sees a little boy, no more than 6 by her feet. Catelyn notices too, "Oh I am sorry my lady, this is our youngest Rickon."
Visenya smiles and kneels to the ground to be on Rickons level. "Hello Rickon, my name is Lenya. It is very nice to meet you."
He smiles at her, "You are really pretty. Are you my new sister?"
She smiles, "How about for now, I am your new friend? Does that work?" He smiles and nods. Ned reaches out and helps her to her feet, making sure she is steady before releasing her.
"Perhaps we continue introductions inside? Your dress does not look very warm my lady." Catelyn grabs Visenyas arm and leads her into the castle with Ned and her father following and then the rest of the Starks, Theon and Jon.
It's the morning of the Seaworths arrival and everyone at Winterfell is bustling around making sure everything is ready. Everyone, except the potential groom to be, Robb Stark. While everyone else is focused on preparing for the visitors, Robb Stark was currently balls deep inside of one of the local whores fucking out his frustration and annoyance at the visitors. Just as he's about to finish, the door bangs open and Jon and Theon walk-in.
"You've got to be kidding me?! You couldn't wait five minutes?!" Robb pulls away from the whore as the mood is ruined by their entrance.
Theon grins entirely unapologetic, "Sorry Robb, your lady mother sent us to get you, and I'm more afraid of her than you. Now let's go. The Seaworths will be here soon and we have to get pretty. Orders of your mother."
Robb shakes his head, buttoning his trousers and slipping on his shirt before walking out without a glance back at the whore.
"This is ridiculous. I don't want her, I don't want to get to know her so why do I have to look good for her?"
Jon shakes his head, still rubbing his now short curls. "I've had this conversation with you three times now. I'm not having this a fourth time. Someone else can take a shot. Just don't screw this up Robb. I think father might beat you if you risk King Robert's wrath."
Before Robb can respond, Ned sticks his head in. "Hurry boys! The Seaworths have been spotted. They will be here soon. Get dressed! Let's go!"
The boys rush to put their shirts and cloaks on before heading outside. Theon and Jon take their spots behind the Starks and Robb takes his spot next to his father.
Robb watches the Baratheon bannermen enter the courtyard first followed by an older man with just a hint of grey in his beard. This must be Davos Seaworth.
"Welcome to Winterfell Ser Davos Seaworth!" Robb is shocked from his thoughts by his fathers welcome. He scoffs to himself, 'they aren't wanted here.'
"We are happy to be here Lord Stark. May I introduce my daughter, Lady Lenya Seaworth of Dragonstone."
Robb focuses on the carriage to catch the first glimpse of his intended. He watches as a Bannerman walks to the carriage and reaches in helping a woman down. She is wearing a blue dress that while it flatters her body is completely inappropriate for the northern weather. He doesn't care to peruse her further as that dress proves his point entirely. She doesn't belong in the north. She doesn't belong in Winterfell, and she doesn't belong with him. He tunes out, vaguely noticing his father and mother talking to her, and her talking to Rickon. He only tunes back in when he's poked in the back by Jon. "Move now!" Jon hisses at him and he notices everyone heading inside. This is going to be a long few weeks.