I sighed walking through the feast feeling as if I was surrounded by a horde of monsters instead of people. I had lost Tyrion in the mess, and have been just trying to find a corner to hide in or a way outside since. I felt someone grab my arm, so I whirled around to see Robb.

"Come on." He said gently pulling me closer. "You look pale. Let's have a seat."

I nodded while so grateful to see him. I couldn't stand another second walking amongst the strangers. Robb put his hand on the small of my back while leading me through the crowd over towards where the lords and royals sat.

"Thank-you." I said looking up at him. "I honestly don't know why I came in here. I hate parties of any sort."

Robb's thumb stroked my back as I stayed close to him. I hoped to get out of here as soon as possible honestly.

"It's alright." Robb said. "We'll stay for another hour at the most, so you may meet maybe the king and the Lannisters before we leave. I know Father and Mother wanted to introduce you since you are an important part of Winterfell now."

I nodded understanding that, and I didn't wish to seem rude. However, the longer I was in here the more trapped I felt. My heart nearly wanted to hammer right out of my chest, and my eyes kept shifting around the room for exits and possible threats. My half-blood instincts couldn't function right in such a mess, and back where I came from being in such a loud crowded place was like giving yourself a death sentence since it made it easier for monsters to sneak up on you. Robb and I were just about to reach the table where Theon was waiting with two open seas, but we were cut off by one of those lions.

"You must be Lady Celena." Jaime Lannister said as he looked down at me. "My brother told me of you when he arrived. I am Jaime Lannister. Pleasure to meet you,."

He gave this almost mocking bow of his head as I tried not to openly frown at him.

"Ser Jaime." I said giving a tiny curtsey while not taking my eyes off of him. "The pleasure is mine."

"Tell me," Jaime began. "Where is it you hail from? Tyrion mentioned it was a land far away."

I mentally snorted. He was making it rather obvious that he was fishing for information. If he was trying to be discreet, he was doing a horrible job.

"I am certain you do not know of my home." I said. "It is an island nation with a few surrounding islands adjoined to it. It is known as Greece."

Of course, technically not true. I was born in Italy where I lived most of my life before going to America before the war could get bad in Europe. I never went to Greece, but that is where Hades and the gods originated.

"Hmm, I have never heard of it." Jaime admitted. "Is it a small poor nation?"

While some might be insulted by his words, I just smiled not letting him raise my temper.

"It is small, but not poor." I replied. "It has fair trade with the nations that surrounds it, and it is full of culture and goods. The people of Greece are happy, which includes my rather large family."

"And you are some kind of noble girl, isn't that right?" Jaime asked looking me up and down.

He could probably tell how uncomfortable I seemed in this setting while other nobles would be use to feasts and social events. And noblewomen would be used to dresses, and probably stand much more gracefully in them than I do.

"Yes." I said. "My father is Lord Hades who lords over many vast lands and riches."

"But aren't you his bastard?" Jaime asked.

Robb shifted next to me obviously upset with Jaime's question, but I just smiled.

"Yes, I am." I said. "However, in my homeland we do not deny bastards their rights to their fathers or mothers' claims. I have the same standing as my half-siblings of my father and his wife. I even have more bastard siblings with the same standing."

And those standings aren't very good. It's not like we half-bloods live like these nobles who have silver spoons stuck up their asses. Well, the Starks aren't like that, but it was obvious Jaime Lannister was.

"Are bastards common where you are from?" Jaime asked.

"Yes." I confirmed. "There are more bastards than lawful born children in Greece. I myself have more bastard siblings than lawful born."

"Interesting." Jaime said. "Well I will keep you no more, milady."

He walked off after that as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Ugh, that had been like five minutes of my life if not more wasted.

"Are you sure you should have told him that much?" Robb whispered to me.

"It's harmless information." I said. "It isn't as if Greece exists here, so it isn't as if he could ever find it to learn more of me. Also, Hades and the rest of my gods aren't known here, so there is no way they can connect I am a child of a god."

Robb nodded his head then continued leading me over towards where Theon was still waiting. I sat down beside Theon with Robb sitting on my other side.

"Urchin, I am actually very happy to see you." I said giving a pleasant smile.

Instead of giving me a glare for the nickname Theon chuckled with a grin on his face. Someone seemed to be in a rather good mood tonight. Well, I suppose that was a good thing since Theon had been in quite a bad mood for there for a while. He had barely spoke to me and everything. I had actually missed our banter.

"I thought you might not show up." Theon said. "Afraid of parties, Celena?"

I slugged his arm for that comment, and he winced while rubbing his arm as he glared at me. Robb laughed at the exchange as he was turned sideways in his seat to face us better. Theon told his friend to shut up, but Robb grinned at us in return.

"I am not afraid of them." I informed Theon. "However, where I come from parties could be dangerous. It made it easier for the monsters to sneak in close since all the noise and people dulls the senses enough as is."

Theon rolled his eyes at me as he stopped rubbing his arm like a baby. I hadn't even hit him that hard.

"There aren't monsters here like in your world." Theon said. "So try to relax."

I almost commented about how he was being rather sweet tonight, but my attention was caught by Jayderia who was watching me from where she sat with her siblings. She had this almost untrusting look in her eyes as she studied me. Great, she must get the vibe we're not compatible to be near each other. This made things harder on me. I sighed feeling a headache coming on. If the gods were merciful at all, they would find me a way out of this hades. It seemed as if the gods were in a good mood today because suddenly some meet flew across the table to hit Sansa right in the face. She screamed in shock before looking to the culprit.

"Arya!" Sansa nearly screeched.

Arya just laughed as I tried not to snort in amusement. Someone must be getting tired of this party as well. I glanced towards Catelyn to see her giving Robb a meaningful look. Robb sighed then went to stand as Sansa was still fussing about what happened as one of her friends tried to clean her up.

"Let help you get her to bed." I said to Robb as I stood. "I want out of her anyway."

Robb chuckled nodding his head as Theon rolled his eyes, which earned him a whack over the head by me. He threw me a glare that I ignored. He should know by now that glaring isn't going to work with me. Though to be honest I've noticed Theon can be a bit slow sometimes. Poor thing just isn't quick on the uptake.

"As you wish, milady." Robb said giving a joking bow that had me snorting in a very unladylike manner.

We went over to Arya with Robb lifting her right out of the seat, which had her frowning. She looked at us questioningly as she continued to hold her spoon, which I'm sure she used to lob her food at Sansa. The girl really was quite the troublemaker. I took the spoon from her to set down on the table where it belonged.

"Time for bed." Robb said setting her down.

Arya whined though took my hand when I offered it to her. I bowed my head to Catelyn in farewell while casting a small glance at Cersei. I then led Arya out with Robb right behind us. Once we were outside, I took a deep breath feeling much more at ease. If I had to stay in that party, a moment longer someone—other than Theon—would have gotten hurt eventually.

"I was just trying to have some fun." Arya said still pouting at us.

I shook my head knowing Arya was smart enough to know what she did was wrong. It wasn't our fault we had to remove her from the feast.

"Well, you should have known hitting Sansa with your food would have gotten you into trouble." Robb pointed out.

"Sansa deserved it." Arya retorted smartly. "She's been mean all day. I thought she actually liked me now. We've been getting along lately, but today she's treated me awfully."

I looked at her softly seeing she was a bit upset with how Sansa has been treating her. I then exchanged a look with Robb who had a similar expression on his face. I paused in our walk to make Arya look at my directly, so I knew I had her attention.

"Sometimes people act differently when they feel as if they need to impress others." I said as I brushed some of her hair back. "It know it hurts your feelings, my fierce warrior, but I am sure Sansa will someday learn to know impressing others isn't worth hurting those who love you no matter who or what you are."

Arya looked skeptical, but she nodded her head as she moved to lean into my side. I put my arms around her as Robb, who walked beside me now, and I continued to walk her to her room. I'm just glad to be out of the party. I am sure there is no one else in this world who hates them more than I do.

NO POV:

"I hate parties." Norah complained as he stood with his uncle amongst the Dothraki who were celebrating the wedding of Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen.

Nivvi was here with them while holding their son in her arms. He wasn't that old. Only two weeks, and Norah didn't want him here. However, Nivvi said the babe needed to see his new queen. Drogo has already met the child, and even held him. Any new life amongst the Dothraki was important, and Drogo and Norah were friends despite being from two didn't cultures and races.

"We need to be here, Norah." Jorah reminded his nephew. "We need to gain favor with the Targaryen children."

Norah frowned because he had no interest in Daenerys or her older brother Viserys. The boy was a brat who only whined about his throne. Daenerys seemed like a sweet girl, but being sweet wouldn't help her survive here. Besides, Norah didn't want to go home. He was happy here with his family even if he still had strong dreams of Celena that told him to find her.

"I know you do not want Jorao here." Jorah said looking to his great nephew as his mother held him. "But he is safe as long as he is with us—his family."

Norah sighed though knew it was true. Just then a fight broke out amongst the men who had been dancing with a few Dothraki women. Norah made sure to be in between it and his lover and child, and even if he wanted them safe, he grinned watching as blades clashed and blood was shed. He cannot help himself. Battles and fighting got his blood pumping. Soon the fight ended with one Dothraki slitting the gut of another to spill out his organs. Once he died, the Dothraki cheered for the victor as the loser was carried away.

"Do we take her our gifts now?" Norah asked looking to his uncle.

Jorah nodded his head while heading towards the steps that went up to Daenerys and Drogo. Norah stayed behind while holding Jorao in her arms. Jorah bowed to the Khal with Drogo greeting him. Jorah gave his own greeting before heading up the stairs towards Daenerys.

"A small gift, for the new Khalessi." Jorah said as he held out the books to her. "Songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms."

Daenerys took the gift while looking grateful as she held it in her lap with her hand resting on them.

"Thank-you, ser." She said. "Are you from my country?"

"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island." Jorah said nodding. "I served your father for many years. I served your father for many years."

He then glanced to Viserys who had been looking over at him curiously since he stepped up.

"Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful king." Jorah said then turned towards Norah. "And this is my nephew and his family."

Daenerys turned towards Norah as he stepped up first though his attention was on Drogo. Daenerys watched as Norah grinned while saying something in Dothraki to the Khal. Drogo had a grin on his face as he nodded to Norah as the younger man stepped up to pat Drogo on the shoulder. They treated each other like brothers in Daenerys's eyes, which confused her. If Norah was of her people, why was he so welcomed by a man of a different race and culture? Norah nodded to Drogo as they spoke before finally turning his eyes onto the Khalessi.

"Khalessi." Norah said bowing his head. "I know it is not common practice for women of Westeros to wield weapons, but I had this made for you."

Norah held out a sheathed dagger that had a carved out hilt of a dragon. The sheath was fashioned to look like scales, and Daenerys's eyes were captivated by it.

"As you have seen things are rough amongst the Dothraki." Norah said.

Which is how he liked it, but he knew it wasn't for everyone. And someone who seems as delicate as Daenerys needed to realize the dangers.

"This is for if you ever need to defend yourself." Norah said.

Daenerys looked into Norah's eyes before reaching out to take the dagger from him to cradle in her lap.

"Thank-you very much, ser." Daenerys said.

Norah chuckled with a grin appearing on his face as he slightly shook his head.

"Not ser." Norah said. "I am merely a bastard from the North. There is no reason to be so polite to me, but you are welcome, Khalessi."

Norah then went to his uncle's side as he was welcomed a seat next to the Magister. Norah stood next to his uncle before Jorah sat down.

"I hope this is all worth it, Uncle." Norah said.

"It will be." Jorah said. "Once I am pardoned from my crimes, we can go home again."

Jorah then took his seat as Norah let out a sigh. His uncle didn't seem to realize that Essos has become home to Norah. The young bastard let out a sigh before we returned to Nivvi and Jorao. He wasn't sure how things would go, but he was hoping his uncle would realize spying for King Robert to eventually kill the Targaryens wasn't the path they should take.

CELENA'S POV:

I stood in front of the dummy I had set up in the training area as I twirled Sansa's new blades around my fingers. I still needed to test them out, and haven't gotten to give them to her yet. I figured I'd do it once the king and the Lannisters were gone because Sansa was acting worse and worse with them around. She wouldn't want anything to do with training if she thinks the prince might catch her acting unladylike. So I had some time to test the blades out, and work out a way best for Sansa to work with them. The boys weren't with me today since they had been invited to go boar hunting with the king.

Well Theon and Jon hadn't been invited, but they were seeing the hunting party off. I'm sure one of the two would meet me here in a bit. I took a deep breath as I stopped twirling the blades around to set concentrated eyes on my target. It didn't move an inch at first as I kept my entire attention focused.

Then it a split second I threw two of the blades, and before they hit, I whirled around as if dodging an enemy to throw two more. As I spun around the other way, the first four blades it the target where the left eye, throat, and heart would be. I threw three more in a matter of a split second, and they easily tore into target in other vital points. I tilted my head looking at my work.

"I need more practice." I decided.

It has been a while since I've thrown daggers of any kind, and I've obviously gotten a bit rusty. Yes, the blades hit my target, but I could have handled it more smoothly. I went to collect the blades from the dummy when I felt eyes on me. I turned my head seeing Jayderia watching from a distance with her brother Joffrey.

I suppose the prince couldn't handle hunting along with the men. Didn't really surprise me. Joffrey whispered something to his sisters, and when her eyes widened, I openly frowned. Why did I have a feeling the next few seconds of my life were going to be unpleasant? I shook my head turning back to the dummy to remove the daggers. When I heard footsteps approaching, I held back a groan. I already knew it was without having to turn and look.

"Can I help you?" I asked looking to Joffrey. "My prince?"

I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but I did hear a tinge of it leak through. It didn't seem Joffrey heard it since he only gave me an obnoxious smirk. He might think it looks charming, but oh how so wrong he is.

"Is it common practice where you're from for women to play with men's weapons?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes at his question while knowing he was trying to purposely upset me.

"Yes." I replied. "Where I am from it is taught if you want to live in the world you must know how to survive in it."

That was true. All half-bloods were taught such things in my world. Our lives are so dangerous and harsh, we are taught to live you have to survive, and to survive you must know how to fight.

"I see." Joffrey said. "And are the women any good at fighting where you're from?"

"Would you like to find out?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Joffrey's smirk widened as I was picturing the many ways I could kill him in just a few seconds. No one would even have to know. I'll lure him into a dark corner where there are no witnesses then kill him. Then to hide his body, I will shadow travel past the Wall, and dump it on the other side for the White Walkers to eat.

"Are you challenging me?" He asked.

"No, prince." I said shaking my head. "No one—not even me—would take the chance of you getting hurt. However, I'd fight any man you'd pit me against."

I said this honestly, and was almost hoping he'd take me up on my offer. I also hope he'd run his mouth, which would have people coming to watch. And after defeating my opponent, the Lannisters, who I don't trust, would understand I could be a threat to them if they made me so.

"Any man?" Joffrey asked. "Then what about…the Hound?"

"Brother, no!" Jayderia said as she rushed forward. "That is too much. The Hound could hurt her."

Joffrey turned towards his elder sister with a look that told her to be silent, and when she stepped back, I frowned. For a daughter of this world's Zeus, she sure is submissive and timid. I'm sure the god isn't exactly proud of this one.

"She said any man, sister." Joffrey pointed out as he looked back to me. "Unless you are too frightened to fight him."

"I am not." I said.

"Hmm, then what about this," Joffrey began. "I will speak with my father about having a fighting tournament of sorts. The men of King's Landing against the men of Winterfell, and you may represent House Stark if you so wish."

Jayderia was shaking her head as her brother spoke, but said nothing that might upset him. This girl obviously needed someone to teach her to be more confident, and I would if I must. I couldn't handle seeing a daughter of Zeus—or the Father, or whatever the hades his name is—acting in such a meek manner.

"If that would please you, prince." I said with the words making me want to puke.

"Yes." Joffrey said as he looked me up and down. "It would please me, greatly."

I almost didn't hold back an eye roll as I resisted the urge to punch this punk in the face. He obviously needed his ass kicked. Before anymore could be said, I heard screaming not far off.

"Septa Mordane." I murmured recognizing her voice.

I took off running towards the screaming as some of the others who heard doing the same. I ran past everyone while going towards one of the towers in Winterfell. I made it to where Septa Mordane was while seeing her knelt beside something. When I saw the something was a person, I ran a bit faster. Once I was close enough to see who it was my heart completely stopped in my chest.

"Bran!" I screamed as I rushed to his side.

I knelt beside him while immediately looking him over without moving him too much since I didn't want to cause him too much harm. I had no idea where he was hurt, so moving him could make things worse. I looked up at Mordane.

"Go fetch Maester Luwin and Lady Stark." I said as people started gathering around.

As people gasped at the sight of Bran lying still on the ground with blood soaking some of his clothes, Mordane didn't move at first as she continued to look at Bran with horror in her eyes.

"Now!" I shouted at her.

She finally moved to hurry to do as I said as I looked back to Bran. I reached out to brush his hair back as he laid on the ground unconscious.

"Little wolf, you have to be strong for me." I whispered. "You have to survive this. If you do, I promise you that whoever did this will pay."

Of course, even if he didn't, I'd still keep my promise. I knew someone had to have done this, and whoever did will get the wrath of a half-goddess brought down onto them. I'd make them wish they never even came to Winterfell. I'll make them wish they were never born to live to this day. They will regret the day they ever hurt my little wolf. Anyone who harms any of the Starks will find themselves meeting my father much sooner than they had ever planned.