The Feast was held later in the evening. The Great Hall was so chaotic and jubliant and full of life, that i was in desperate need of some air before a seizure of claustrophobia could overwhelm me. It didn't help that it was unbearably hot. I can't win. I'm either too hot, or too cold. Whichever way i look at it, my body can never seem to properly adjust.

However beforehand, the Queen beckoned my presence with her dainty finger. She was seated beside Catelyn, who seemed awkwardly uncomfortable and averting her eyes to the floor while Cersei tried her best to mask her evident disgust at being coerced to stay in Winterfell. Nevertheless, she gave me a gracious smile all the same.

"Hello little swan," she cooed as though i were a two year old. "I do not believe we have been introduced. Another Stark sibling?"

Catelyn pointedly cleared her throat in an attempt to mask a tiny laugh.

"No, your grace," i grinned too, rather flattered by her statement, though my long blonde hair, similar to Cersei's, said otherwise.

"Well who are then?" Cersei asked, the tinkling baby voice still tracing through her words.

"My name is Jayne. The youngest of House Darlington," i added, smiling warmly at her.

Cersei beamed widely, from ear to ear, her beautiful face seeming even more so than usual.

"House Darlington you say? Your family are true friends of the crown. True loyal friends. But your father isn't here?" Cersei inquired, puzzled.

"I'm afraid not," Catelyn chirped in hastily. "Jayne resides here permanently now because of her betrothal to my second eldest son, Remus."

Cersei nodded but seemed rather downcast. As though she were about to ask of the subject involving marriage.

"I see...Jayne, you are excused little one."

I didn't need to be told twice. I curtsied the best I could, or more accurate to say, i almost tripped over my own feet. I glanced around just to see Arya flicking food across the room and happened to land on Sansa's cheek, to which Sansa didn't appreciate one bit.

"Arya?!" Sansa exclaimed, her shocked expression was one consisting of humiliation.

I supressed a fit of giggles as i rushed outside, embracing the refreshing air as i leaned back to allow the snow to rest upon my face as the icy air clung deep into my skin.

Who knew that there were those very rare moments when the cold could feel so blissful?

"You must be miserable if you prefer it out here," declared a slightly drunken voice behind me.

I turned around only for my orbiting blue eyesbto land on a man around half my own size, which i could only assume was Tyrion Lannister, the youngest Lannister sibling.

"How did you sneak up on me?" i asked casually.

"Don't ask me. Ask the wine that makes me sneak up on people," he replies simply. "Aren't you that Darlington girl? You look very much like Arthur."

"Arthur Darlington is my father, yes," i bitterly spat out, which took Tyrion by surprise. "He never loved me. He never even respected me for that matter. And you're Tyrion Lannister?"

I already knew this of course, but how else was i supposed to make conversation?

"Indeed," the dwarf glanced up at me with kind eyes before holding out his hand for me to shake; which i shook.

"Jayne Darlington," i returned.

"I thought it was just me and Jon Snow out here. You know, since we're both a dishonour to our families. What have you done to be booted out of those doors, hmmm?"

I blinked, startled.
"Oh nothing. I just wanted a little fresh air. That's all. It's fucking stifling in that Hall."

We both glanced towards the hall, noticing the door was slightly ajar from when i left a few minutes previously. Lively music was blaring out as well as clapping and singing and laughter.

"I suppose I'd better go back inside though. People will be wondering where i am," i stated dully. "It was nice meeting you Lord Tyrion."

"And i you, My Lady."

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The Lannisters had been guests for quite a while now. Around a month at least, that's for certain.

I couldn't think of any other way but to entertain myself other than to just read a book as i circled the grounds of Winterfell. I decided I'd try and find the others. Sansa, i knew would be sewing, but Remus, Jon, Arya, Robb, Bran and Rickon...

My eyes were so heavily focused on my book that i hadn't paid mind to my whereabouts and nearly walked into something hard and wooden.

"Pole!" i exclaimed drowsily and i heard Arya laugh from behind me.

"You little bitch! You dare laugh at me?" i jested, but i was giggling along with the young girl too. I made to lightly swing my hand against her shoulderblade but she dodged and her reflexes were impressive.

"See you later Jayne!" Arya waved in a sing-song voice, most unlike her.

I decided to deepen my route further by wandering into the woods where Ned and the King were sure to be hunting. I walked through the roundabout to the main tree which was usually where i see Ned pray to the old God's. Apparently this section was called the Godswood. It was peaceful, i supposed.

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A few hours later, i felt my eyes hurting as i forcibly prised them open blurrily to make out the motion of a frantic-sounding figure, whose voice sounded like multiple echoes ringing in my ears. He was shaking me awake by painfully gripping my shoulder.

Groggily groaning, i waited for my vision to adjust, the man was one of the guards.

"What is it?" i frowned worriedly upon properly noticing his terrified expression.

"My Lady Jayne," the Guard panted in agitation. "It's Bran...and Remus. Something happened, and i was given orders to escort you back to your chambers."

My expression suddenly changed from midly concerned to wild. What in seven hells had happened?!

A/N:

Thanks for sticking with me so far guys. I've updated whilst in the middle of GCSE exams. You proud? Anyway, I'll probably update next week since i get a week off. Hope this was okay and not too rushed??

Grace xxx