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Face Claim for Lady Sanira Tremaine: Caitlin Stasey.

Chapter Two: Uneasy Feeling.

"Your mother is horrible," Arya announced sitting down next to Sanira, she had bumped into Arlenna while coming to her lesson and it had not gone well; the woman had been incredible rude to her. It made Arya almost glad that Arlenna would not be hanging around after Sanira was married to her brother, she did not like the Lannister lady that had scoffed at how unladylike she was.

"Arya," Sansa scolded looking up from her sowing and glaring at her sister, she could not believe that Arya was insulting their guests; from what she had seen of Lady Arlenna, she was a perfect southern lady. Sansa had yet to spend much time with her but she was sure that she was not like Arya described; she would be like their own mother and would be a proper lady something that Arya would never understand.

"What it's true? And she looks down on us," Arya protested, she had seen the looks that Arlenna had given them all and her not so quiet words to her husband about how horrid she thought Winterfell was. Arya thought that if Arlenna did not like Winterfell then she could go back to Aeredale and stay there, it was not as if she was needed for the wedding planning that she actively avoided. Sanira sighed wishing her mother would be quieter with her dislike for her new home, she knew that people were starting to notice and she just hoped that there would not be too much damage done when her family left.

"Well maybe if you acted like a lady," Sansa muttered knowing that Arya would still hear her, she was tired of her sister ruining things for her and she just wished Arya would leave. Sansa had been enjoying her time with Sanira, she quite liked the woman that was to marry her older brother even if she did not understand why she would want to be stuck here.

The young red head could not wait to marry and leave this dull place, she wanted her prince to arrive ride in on his white stallion and whisk her away to be his Queen. Arya glared at Sansa, she wished that her sister would shut up and open her eyes; just because Arlenna acted like a lady did not mean that she was not trouble especially given how she looked down upon the Starks.

"Sansa. Arya. Please…" Sanira stated putting a stop to Arya's reply, she did not wish to listen to them arguing when she had come here to settle her nerves. In a few days she would be married and her mother's words of wisdom did little to comfort her, all Arlenna had to say was that she should not expect her new husband to be kind to her especially on their wedding night.

Sanira had not really seen much of her husband-to-be, she guessed he was busy preparing for their wedding and she did not blame him for wanting to spend as much time as possible away from her before they were married. It was still strange for Sanira to think that she would not be Sanira Tremaine anymore, instead she would become Sanira Stark; something that Sanira that she doubted would be easy to adjust to. Her father could only see how good this match would be for their family, his only daughter would be the next Lady of Winterfell; even better that he had been able to secure the match from his old friend.

"We're sorry Sanira," Sansa murmured looking at her sister-to-be, she was sort of glad that Robb was going to marry someone like Sanira. There had been many options for a future bride for Robb, their mother had favoured a southern match but Eddard would hear none of it. He had been eager to see the House of Tremaine and Stark united again, Rolan was one of his best friends and Eddard had always been able to count on him especially after the rebellion.

"When is your final dress fitting?" Sansa asked changing the subject, she was sure whatever Sanira would wear for her wedding would simple be beautiful. She already had her own dress sorted and Sansa was excited since she knew that a lot of people would gather for her brother's wedding.

"This afternoon," Sanira replied keeping her eyes down on what she was doing, she recalled how big her mother had told her she looked during the first fitting. It honestly did not make Sanira feel confident about the dress, she could not wait for all this to be over with so she could stop living in a limbo; Sanira just wanted things to be simple again for her.

"Thank you," Sanira said smiling nervously at the seamstress who had been working on her wedding dress, she peeked over at it while the seamstress carefully arranged the dress back onto the wooden statuette. Her stomach twisted itself into knots knowing that the next time that she saw it would be the morning of her wedding day; she could hardly believe that she had just finished her final fitting.

Sanira quickly left the shop and took a deep breath, she slowly started to walk back towards the keep; the cold air nipped at her face and she felt sort of glad to have a couple of moments to herself to think. Aiana followed behind her and Sanira was thankful that her maid did not interrupt her thoughts, nor offer words of kindness; Aiana was her closest confidante and had heard of Sanira's worries for her marriage.

"If it isn't Lady Tremaine," called a voice making Sanira jump, she swiftly turned around to see the Greyjoy ward that was living with the Starks. Theon Greyjoy was far from Sanira's favourite person in Winterfell, there was something about him that set her on edge and the constant leering looks that he gave her when he saw her made her uncomfortable.

"I bet your excited for your wedding," Theon mused walking away from where he had been practicing with his sword to approach her, his grey-blue eyes sweeping over Sanira. He would not admit it aloud but he was rather jealous that Robb had made such a match when he was unsure of his own future; one day he would return to the Iron Islands but until then he was stuck here.

"Everyone is talking about it you know. You becoming the new Lady Stark," Theon taunted stepping close, he sort of enjoyed how uncomfortable Sanira was and he still couldn't believe that Robb was going to marry her. Theon would admit that Sanira was a beautiful woman, her brown her passing her shoulders in waves while her brown eyes seemed to change shade depending on the light around her.

It almost seemed a little unfair that Robb would lay claim to Sanira as his wife, Theon was older than him and yet had no promising matches coming his way. He was Lord Balon Greyjoy's heir and while he did enjoy the whores around, he had little else to lay claim to; he was a ward with little hope of being anything else right now.

"Something that you wish they'd do for you," Sanira replied staring at Theon, she did not want any problems but she could not imagine what he would want with her. It had not escaped her notice that Theon would stare at her while she walked past, Sanira felt uncomfortable and she did not like to be caught alone with people that made her uncomfortable.

Theon gritted his teeth, he glared at Sanira wondering who in the Seven she thought she was talking to; it had been more noticeable recently that he was not really a member of the Stark family. No matter how much he thought about it, he was no better than Lord Stark's bastard and the marriages of his own children would come before anything else.

"Leave her alone Theon," Robb ordered approaching the pair from where he had been sparring with Jon Snow, a frown on his face as he eyed his friend not liking that he was causing trouble. The last thing he needed right now was for Theon to open his big mouth and say something that he might come to regret.

House Tremaine had been friends of House Stark for many years, they were loyal vassals to their liege lord and always had been; insulting them would only led to problems especially for Theon. It was no secret that Lady Arlenna was not fond of her stay, she had been rather demanding since she had arrived and would likely demand a harsh punishment for a slight against her family.

Theon scoffed at his words and glowered at Robb, so this was a sign of how his friend would be when he was married and he was not like what he saw. Turning on his heel and storming away, Theon had no doubts that this was just the start and he was going to have to deal with Robb slowly rising higher than him while he was stuck in the same position.

Moving to follow after Theon, Robb paused to offer a small nod to Sanira before he headed off to stop his friend from tormenting other occupants of the castle. He had no idea what was going with Theon but he was sure that his friend would tell him eventually, it was not like either of them would be leaving Winterfell anytime soon.

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