Throughout the years, Nevaeh stayed at Winterfell, growing up with the Stark children as Lord and Lady Stark's ward. Her black hair grew out in long raven waves coming to a stop an inch above her waist and her natural lips became a more vibrant red and her crystal blue eyes brighter and gained a mischievous glint that only came from plotting with Robb and Jon around the castle. With her now seventeen year old developed body, she became what the locals of Winterfell called "a winter jewel". After a few months of being found and brought into the keep, Neveah began her lady lessons, however she tried to skip them once she reached the age of fourteen, always hiding in the Godswood where she was found years before. Whenever she went "missing" it was either Robb or Jon who would make the journey to the Godswood or Lord Stark himself.

Once again Nevaeh found herself sitting by the lake, holding her locket in her hands trying to once again open the clasps and see what laid inside. She sighed after her 100th time trying. "You know, I think we should just build you a house out here. You seem to want to be here rather than back home." A voice sounded as two muscular bodies sat down in front of her. Nevaeh smiled as she looked up at the two new visitors.

"I just find it peaceful here. You both have swords and bows to play with where as I don't have a way to relax. Speaking of, did I win?" The two chuckled and Robb handed her a couple of silver coins.

"You were right, Jon beat Theon pretty good" He said leaning back.

"Jon's always been the best. You're getting a little slow Robb." She joked giving Jon a wink before standing. Jon blushed slightly at her praise but smiled nonetheless and stood. "Come on boys. They're going to be arriving soon enough, and we still have to get ready." She smiled as Robb and Jon took both her arms into theirs as they made their way back.

"How do you feel about the King's arrival?" Jon asked, turning his head toward the girl.

"Honestly, I'm quite excited. I've never met anyone from the south before. I heard the queen was quite beautiful" Neveah answered with excitement.

"There will be no one more beautiful than you, dear Nevaeh." Robb replied, giving her a wink. She couldn't help the heat pooled in her cheeks but rolled her eye at his words. Once the three had gotten back to Winterfell, they quickly made their way toward their respectable rooms and it didn't take long for Nevaeh to get changed into a new, appropriate gown and begann putting half of her raven locks into a braid that left a few pieces framing her face and down her back in soft waves. Just as she was finishing with the last of her hair, a knock sounded from the other side of her door. "Come in." She commanded softly as she turned into her vanity stool to see who had opened the door. She smiled once she saw it was Jon.

"I'm sorry for intruding and I hope you don't mind some company for a while. I just couldn't take Theon any longer." He said, once he shut the door behind himself, he made his way over to her bed and sat on the corner. Nevaeh smiled and shook her head slightly.

"I don't mind at all, Jon. Nice hair cut by the way." She teased, knowing how much he liked having his hair longer and untouched. Jon chuckled and ran his finger through the shortened strands.

"I wish I didn't have to cut it at all." He responded quietly. Nevaeh smiled and quickly turned back to her vanity and busied herself with her finishing.

"If it makes you feel better, I much prefer you with how you usually look." She said as she carefully placed her locked back around her neck and watched as the locket itself fell and rested just below the center of her chest. Jon had developed strong feelings for the blue eyed beauty over the years, much like how most of Winterfell's young and old men alike. Those who had tried to ask Lord Stark for her hand always got turned away. Lord Stark had said that none were good enough for the young woman he had begun to love as a daughter. Lord and Lady Stark had shown their love for the girl since she had first arrived and had been quite protective of Neveah much like they were with their two daughters. However, Jon suspected that there was another reason as to why Lord Stark always said no. The night that Nevaeh had been found Jon had overheard the end of a conversation that the Maester and his lord father were having.

"We must keep her here, my lord. The girl could be in danger if she is placed into the wrong hands." Maester Luwin had stated, his tone quiet yet urgent.

"I do not believe in such empty words. What use is a prophecy that means she is who you believe she is, then we shall take her in, I would never place an innocent in danger."

Jon and Neveah relaxed in the comfortable silence for a few moments longer, both feeling comfortable enough around each other to dive deep into their own thoughts. Jon had laid back on Nevaeh's bed and closed his eyes. The sweet light sent from her perfume filled his senses as he let a small smile grace his lips. When the time finally came to meet everyone else in the courtyard, Jon had escorted Nevaeh down and stood to her right.

"Looking beyond beautiful, as always my Lady Nevaeh." Theon Greyjoy spoke as he came to stand to her left, his eyes roaming over her body without shame.

"Thank you Theon. You know you don't have to greet me with the same thing every time you see me. A simple good morning would suffice." She said looking up at the taller man and giving him a warm smile that could heat up all of the north in his opinion.

"What fun is that? Besides, whenever I see something beautiful it is only right to make it known." He said, giving her his famous smirk. Nevaeh rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, it was a lost cause to argue with the known flirt. The rest of Winterfell had gathered by now and everyone stood waiting for the royal party to make their appearance, unaware of the great dangers that were headed their way. Winter was coming.