Torrhen spent the rest of the day with her sisters. Sansa talked excitedly of the feast at sundown, and of the prince, and the beauty of the Queen. She didn't stop talking actually. Arya made snide comments about it whenever she could. Especially when it came to the rumors of possible betrothal between Sansa and Prince Joffery. Those confused Torrhen. She was glad that were no rumors circulating about a possible betrothal of herself and Prince Joffery, but it made her worry. If Sansa was going to marry Prince Joffery, what would be her fate? Who was to be her intended?

Finally getting bored of Sansa's talk, Torrhen decided to leave. "I'm going to find Robb," she announced.

"But you need to get ready for the feast!" Sansa called after her.

"There is still plenty of time till the feast, I shall be back later for you to make me presentable," Torrhen told her younger sister before walking out the door.

It didn't take long to get to Robb's chamber, he was a corridor away from Sansa's chambers. All the Stark children lived in one area of the castle so their parents wouldn't have to walk across the entire castle to find them. Although it ended up that way many times anyway. The Stark children were all very different, and often were away doing their own things unless they were in their lessons. With the exception of Robb and Torrhen, because understandably they were twins. The only time they were apart was when they had lessons, and even then they still spent time together because Torrhen was allowed to learn with her brother. She sat with Robb and her father as they talked about Winterfell, and how to rule it. She sparred with him in the yard, proving to be a better archer than her brother, though he was the better swordsman. Torrhen had spent her entire life next to her brother, and she couldn't contemplate a reality where he wasn't there for her.

She didn't even bother knocking when she arrived at his room, just simply walked opened the door and walked in. "I hope you're decent," she said, walking in./

"You'll come in even if I wasn't," Robb replied from the middle of the room.

"I would turn around and wait for you to at least put something on," Torrhen argued./

"I don't understand why it matters, we're twins, its not like we haven't seen each other bare before."

It was true, Torrhen agreed silently. But the last time she had seen her brother nude was years ago, before she flowered and became a woman. "It matters because I am a woman, and you are almost a man grown. We aren't children anymore."

"Almost a man grown? I am a man grown!" Robb protested.

Chuckling, Torrhen rolled her eyes and sat down heavily onto the chair in Robb's room, looking around her. Strewn around his room was clothes. Different doublets, and breeches, and cloaks covered in the direwolf sigil. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for the feast tonight, you should be doing the same," her brother advised.

Torrhen scoffed. "I have no one to impress, what does it matter what I wear?"

"You should aim to impress the King, maybe he would set you up with a good marriage?"

"Shouldn't I impress the Queen for that?"

"She doesn't like you, and I doubt that would change."

There was silence for a moment as Torrhen contemplated her brothers words. The Queen did dislike her, before she said any words to Torrhen, she didn't like her. Maybe the queen didn't like anyone, she does seem like a bitter person. But Torrhen supposed being married to a king like Robert would make any woman turn bitter. That doesn't excuse the fact that she was only bitter toward Torrhen.

"I wonder why she doesn't like me?"

"You openly defied her," Robb answered as if it were obvious.

"She insulted me!"

"She is the queen. She can do as she likes."

Torrhen huffed in annoyance. "Did you hear about Sansa's possible betrothal to Prince Joffery?"

She expected Robb to make a joke about it, instead his smile disappeared and he scowled. "Theon told me," Torrhen rolled her eyes at that. "I don't know why Sansa would want to marry him? He a spoiled little prince."

"Who is going to become king one day," Torrhen pointed out.

It was Robb's turn to scoff this time. "I can't imagine a worse responsibility. Who wants to become King of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Joffery, obviously. And Sansa may become his queen."

"I hope not," Robb voice is dark and Torrhen realised that he really doesn't like Joffery. She didn't like Joffery, but she didn't particularly dislike him that way her twin did. The entire royal family didn't hold her interest to like or dislike them. Torrhen simply didn't care about them, they could do whatever they wanted in Kingslanding, as long as it didn't affect her.

"If Sansa is getting married to Joffery, then who are you marrying? Why would Sansa get married before you?" Robb asked and Torrhen just shrugged. "Maybe father finally agreed to let Theon marry you."

A noise of distaste escaped Torrhen. "I sincerely hope not. I'd rather marry Hodor!"

Her twin laughed at her suggestion before sitting down next to her. "It wouldn't be so bad, marrying Theon. We've grown up with him, its better than marrying a complete stranger."

"Well then you marry him! But leave me out of it."

Another laugh came from Robb. "I've never understood why you don't like Theon."

"That's because he isn't constantly trying to into your breeches."

"He's only joking, you know."

"That's what he tell you so you don't beat him to defend my honour."

"Jon does that for me anyway."

"Which proves that he is a better brother than you."

Robb looked very offended at that statement, which made Torrhen laugh. Jon was a good brother, but she would never consider him a better brother to Robb. Robb was her twin brother, they were born together, they have been unable to be separate since then. Their mother told them when they were babes and anyone tried to take one of them out of the room without the other, there would be screaming from both babes. Even as they grew up, they shared a room until their parents deemed it inappropriate. But they still snuck into each others room every now and again. Less so now that they were becoming adults.

Her brother pushed her as she was laughing, unable to stop himself from laughing. They sat there, laughing at Torrhen's lame joke. The door opened and their lord father stepped into the room. He frowned when he spotted Torrhen sitting in the room. The thought of his eldest daughter marrying the Kingslayer flashed through Ned's mind and he resisted the urge to cringe. "What are you doing in here? You should be getting ready for the feast. It's almost sun down."

"I was about to go insane from Sansa's gossip so I went for a walk and ended up here."

Her father frowned. "What gossip?"

Surprise flittered across the Stark twins faces. Never before had their father been interested in Sansa's gossip. "She said that the king wants her to marry Joffery."/

"Is that all Sansa said?"

Torrhen nodded slowly, confused at her father. "Yes, but I'm confused. If Sansa is supposed to marry Joffery, what is going to happen to me? Am I going to marry Theon?"

It was Ned's turn to be confused, but he was relieved there wasn't any gossip of Torrhen's possible betrothal to the Kingslayer. "No, Torrhen, you are not marrying Theon."

"Then who am I going to marry? I assume I'm getting married as well because Sansa getting married before me would be embarrassing."

"We shall speak of this tomorrow, go get ready for the feast, I must talk to Robb."

Torrhen nodded and left the room. Let her father berate Robb on his lordly responsibilities. He was to be Lord of Winterfell one day and he had to act as honorable and responsible as his father. Put on his 'lord's face' as her mother once called. Torrhen would agree, father became a whole different person whenever he was Lord of Winterfell. And Robb had to adopt that face, make it his own. The thought of Robb pulling a 'lord's face' amused Torrhen. He was her twin brother and she had barely ever seen him as a proper lord. They would play around about it, making jokes but that was all./

She passed by a window and realised that it was getting darker quicker than she had expected. Silently cursing herself, Torrhen headed to her room faster. As she pushed open the door to her room, she realised she wouldn't have enough time to actually do anything with her hair. Oh well, she thought to herself, I look better with it down anyway. Pulling a deep purple gown from where it was hung, she quickly threw off her clothes from that she was wearing and pulled on her dress. Torrhen never liked it when other people helped her dress. Well, Torrhen never liked it when people helped her, period. If she could do it on her own, then she would. The gown was a deep purple with grey under layerings. There were little direwolves running around the seams of her cuffs and the bottom of her dress. It was the perfect dress to wear to the king's welcome feast.

There was a knock at her door. "Come in," she called.

Torrhen was finishing lacing her dress up when the door opened and her lady mother walked in, ready for the feast. Catelyn looked over her daughter with a nostalgic smile. "You look beautiful, Tori."

"Thank you, mother." Torrhen turned and started fussing with her hair, thinking that's what her mother would want. It was a king's feast, they had to look the part with fancy hair do's and pretty dressed.

Catelyn, however, didn't think so. "Leave your hair out, sweetling, it looks better that way."

There was surprise on her eldest daughters face as she contemplated her mother's words. But Catelyn couldn't help but smile more at her eldest daughter. Ned had told Catelyn of the king's intention of Torrhen, and that she couldn't find out until Ned had told her himself. Sansa hadn't heard anything because she didn't mention anything, too engrossed in her own potential marriage to Prince Joffery. But no, her eldest daughter was to be married off to Jaime Lannister and become the Lady of Casterly Rock, if she agreed to it. Catelyn knew that her Torrhen would agree to it. The younger of her twins had the north her, and was more wild than her older brother. She had a touch of the wolfs blood as her husband says, but Torrhen still had Tully within her. And they lived to their own words as much as the Stark's did. Torrhen wouldn't refuse King Robert's proposal. Torrhen was wild, but in the end she was a good girl with a good heart. And she prayed to the Gods that Jaime Lannister wouldn't ruin her.

"Mother are you alright?" Torrhen asked, noticing her mothers solemn expression.

Her mother smiled once again. "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Are you ready?"

Torrhen nodded slowly, wondering why her mother was acting so strange. First telling her that she was allowed to let her hair down and be free. Usually, her mother would prefer for it to be up and out of her face. Nonetheless, her mother was rather happy at the moment and they walked toward the hall where the feast was being held. There she passed her mother to the King who was to escort her inside the hall, and joined arms with her brother. Sansa had made her switch from being led in by Prince Joffery to Robb - who was supposed to lead Princess Myrcella into the hall. Torrhen agreed almost immediately. Last thing she wanted was to lead the repulsive little Prince into the hall.

"Who do you think will ask to marry you tonight?" Robb teased as the Stark twins watched their parents walk into the hall with the King and Queen.

Torrhen turned to glare at her brother. "You're hilarious, Robb."

"In that dress, I expect you'll get a proposal from the King," Robb continued, ignoring his sisters harsh glare.

She never had the chance to reply, because they had started walking into the hall. Instead, Torrhen was forced to smile while she seethed at Robb's teasing. Torrhen had many suitors that pretty much lined up wanting to marry the great beauty of the North. Roose Bolton was the most persistant, desperately wanting Ned Stark to give him his daughter. Unfortunately for Roose Bolton, Ned Stark actually loved his daughter and refused all proposals from him.

They walked into the hall behind King Robert who escorted their mother to the high table. The children were designated to below them. The future King of the Seven Kingdoms, and Lord of Winterfell sitting below their parents. Their siblings sitting next to them before they are all shipped off to be married to other people and live elsewhere.

As the Stark twins walked to their table, Torrhen spotted their bastard brother sitting amongst the common people. She was a bit upset that he wasn't sitting with them on the high table, Torrhen rather enjoyed the company of Jon. Alas, he was a bastard and with her mother organising this feast she would give every reason she could on why Jon couldn't sit with his true born siblings. Reason number one being that he was a bastard, as she liked to remind everyone in Winterfell. The great Eddard Stark had forgot his honor for a single night, and now they have a brother to be forever condemned by the lady Catelyn Stark. Still, she gave him a brilliant smile as they walked past, and he smiled back. The boy who was more Stark than any of his trueborn siblings.

Ever the gentlemen, Robb pulled out Torrhen's chair for her and waited for her to sit down before helping push the chair in. "Thank you, my lord." Torrhen said in her best lady's voice she could muster.

"The pleasure is mine, my lady," Robb bowed low before walking back around the table and sitting across from her.

They laughed together for the rest of the night. Their lord father always allowed them one cup of wine at feasts like these, and Robb usually drank both of theirs. It wasn't that Torrhen didn't like wine, its that her brother would steal her cup when she wasn't looking and swap it with his empty one. Torrhen would protest and reach across the table to swat her brother for stealing her wine, but she didn't mind as much. It was only wine after all, not a tremendous loss.

The feast was lively. Many were drinking and laughing and talking. Torrhen had even allowed Theon Greyjoy to sit with them and enjoy his company. Maybe because he wasn't as annoying this night as he was most of the time. Whatever it was, she was happy. Even Sansa's incessant gossiping with her friend Jeyne Poole hadn't bothered her, or the constant glances between herself and Prince Joffery. No, she allowed herself to enjoy this night.

There was many people that filled the hall. The King had abandoned the high table when his wife sat to sit amongst the common people. Lord Stark had taken it upon himself to mingle amongst his people. Torrhen had taken it upon herself not to watch as the King kissed another woman who looked like serving maid. Instead, she scanned the rest of the crowd until she came across a man that was talking to her father and dressed all in black.

"It's uncle Benjen!" Torrhen exclaimed excitedly, hastily rising from her chair.

"Where?" Robb asked, eyes searching through people.

"Next to father, come on Robb!" Torrhen told him quickly before walking toward her father.

They had their backs faced towards the feast, talking quietly amongst themsevles. No doubt they were having a solemn talk, those two Stark brothers were not known to have very entertaining conversations. Not with the pain that filled their past, or their current titles. Benjen was the First Ranger in the Night's Watch, and her father was the Lord of Winterfell. Both titles came with enormous responsibility that didn't give enough time for irrelevant conversations. Except when it came to Ned's children, particularly the Stark twins. Both as brave, honorable and courageous as the two brothers.

"Uncle Benjen!" Torrhen exclaimed as she got close.

Both her uncle and her father turned gave his eldest niece a smile."Torrhen! Look at you, I swear you are beautiful every time I see you!"

He drew her into a hug. "Thank you, Uncle."

"And Robb, look at you, you become more of a man every day," Benjen regarded the eldest Stark.

Neither twin noticed their father wander off and away from them to rejoin his guests. He knew that his twins would keep his brother well entertained enough for him, it was in their nature.

Robb and Torrhen joked with their Uncle, and in turn he told them stories from the Nights Watch. Nowhere near as terrifying as Old Nan's stories, but yet just as entertaining. The twins would bicker, and have their uncle act as some sort of weird in between as he half heartedly tries to settle them down knowing their fight was all in good heart. The Stark twins who held the same face, but one had more Tully than Stark, and surprisingly it wasn't the female counterpart.

They fought to their uncle about who was the better swordsman - although admittedly, it was Robb. He was, afterall, bigger and stronger than Torrhen. However, Torrhen was the better archer, and a worthy opponent for duels.

Ned Stark watched his eldest children laugh with their only living Stark uncle. He watched as they laughed and bickered, savouring this moment. With Torrhen's potential marriage, times like these were going to become fewer. He was separating his twin children, and it felt horrible. They both belong in the North, together. They were a strong pair, equal amount of intelligence and battle skills made. Torrhen and Robb were very much the same person split into two.

Golden hair, green eyes and a sharp smile cut Ned Stark out of his thoughts.

"I hear we're to be neighbours soon. I hope its true," Jaime Lannister said as he stepped in front of Ned.

The Lord of Winterfell immediately grew cold, as to deter the Kingslayer from talking to him. The last person Ned wanted to talk to right now was the Kingslayer, especially with the prospect of marrying his eldest daughter to the oath breaker. "Yes, the King has honoured me with his offer."

Jaime Lannister was persistent with his conversation. "Really? Has he also told you about how he plans to marry myself and your eldest daughter; Torrhen, I believe?" Ned visibly stiffened, no doubt making the Kingslayer happy, and said nothing. He looked away from the golden man in front of him and looked toward his daughter who was laughing and talking with her brother and uncle. Jaime followed his eye line and smirked. "Don't worry though, I'll be gentle, I promise not to hurt her. And who knows? She may even grow to enjoy me."

It was obvious that the Kingslayer was getting a reaction out of Ned, which is why he was even more determined to keep calm. He wouldn't give Jaime Lannister the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "A member of the Kingsguard makes a vow for life never to marry or have lands."

"Another oath I'll have to break, then," he said it with such apathy that it sparked more anger in Ned.

Ned looked stared into the Kingslayer's eyes. "Killing the king you were sworn to protect wasn't enough for you?"

Anger flashed in the green eyes Ned was staring into, much to his satisfaction. And then he smirked once again. "We'll have to see, won't we?"

"Father!" a voice called, snapping both men out of their glaring.

Much to Ned's dismay, Torrhen had walked toward both men, a wide smile gracing her face. Not that she had wanted to. Uncle Benjen had caught the hard glaring between his brother and the Kingslayer and pushed for Torrhen to break them up before they killed each other at the feast. She protested at first, wondering why she had to be the one to break them up. Jaime Lannister made her uncomfortable, to say the least. Ever since Robb had caught him staring at her when he had first arrived in Winterfell, she wanted to avoid the golden Kingslayer. But she couldn't avoid his stares since the feast, and she became hyper aware of when he around with no proper reason.

"Torrhen Stark I presume?" Jaime Lannister asked as she approached them, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smile - or a smirk. Mutely, Torrhen nodded her confirmation. He then grabbed her hand and pressed his lips softly against her knuckled. Torrhen watched him, obviously shocked and trying to ignore the heat creeping into her cheeks. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Ser Jaime Lannister."

"I know who you are," Torrhen told him curtly, withdrawing her hand from his grasp. His fingers brushed over her fingers as he let her take her hand back.

He smirked at her, not even bothering to hide his amusement, much to both Ned and Torrhen's annoyance. "Good. Remember my name, since we'll no doubt get to know each other better in the days to come. And I'd hate for you to have to re-learn it."

Torrhen's confusion had satisfied the Kingslayer as he realised that the Lord Wolf had yet to tell his daughter of the arrangement. Vaguely Jaime wondered what would happen if he told her about their impending marriage now. Disbelief would be from the young girl, no doubt. And Ned Stark would probably kill him, now that would be a challenge. /

"What is it you wanted, Torrhen?" Ned asked, diverting her attention away from the Kingslayer.

"Uncle Benjen wanted to speak to you," Torrhen lied, wishing to be anywhere but around the Kingslayer.

Her father nodded and turned to walk away from Ser Jaime, and Torrhen followed him. She knew that Ser Jaime was still watching them, she could feel his stare as they walked away. She forced herself not to turn around, and instead focused on enjoying the rest of the night, desperately trying not to think about what Ser Jaime meant by getting to know each other better.