For the rest of the afternoon until dusk, Jamiela's nose was in a lore book on House Stark, a major house in Winterfell. She learned from her subtle research that Lord Rickard Stark served King Aerys II as Warden of the North, with his eldest son Brandon next in line.

She flipped through pages of profiles, detailing the lineage deeply and clearly, that Jamiela loved it how his gift of description and was so focused, The Baratheon did not realize that someone was watching her, if he didn't make a sound to interrupt her reading.

Looking up, Jamiela found it surprising that it was the second born Stark child who made the noise. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lady. How foolish I am." It intrigued Jamiela why he was so shaken just interrupting her, but Jamiela gave him a smile. "It is alright. No harm done."

"I am Eddard Stark, the second son of-" Jamiela raised her hand to interrupt. "I know. I was just reading about you." said the lady.

He looked far embarrassed, the Stark's cheeks flushing a hint of scarlet, before disappearing. "Oh." was all he made out, and rubbed the back of his head, in sheer anxiety.

Jamiela picked up his emotion at once, and found it troubling, and a bit amusing. Why was he anxious, in front of her? "You don't have to be embarrassed. I don't bite." said Jamiela, in attempt to lessen the tension between the two, but it made it seem even more awkward.

He seemed to notice their tight situation, that he gave a sheepish smile. "Well, you can call me Ned. Most of my friends call me that."

Jamiela found it all confusing. Was he asking to be friends with her, especially after her disastrous encounter with his father? "Are you asking to be friends?" She asked, totally oblivious with his words. For someone who loves reading, Jamiela was socially awkward when it comes to speech.

"Yes. Actually, that was all this is about." Ned gave her a small smile, and Jamiela mirrored it, with the same enthusiasm. "Also, aren't those one of Rhaena Serdare's works? She made one for our family.. wait, that is the one!"

Jamiela nodded. "Happens to be. A reader?" Ned seemed happy enough to nod with such brightness that his eyes seemed to twinkle like celestial beings. "I'm glad I found someone who is in total appreciation of literature."

Ned sticked his hand out. "Well, I have to get going. I never caught your name, Lady.." Jamiela took his hand, as the wolf helped the stag up. "Jamiela. Baratheon."

He nodded, and bowed, before leaving the place, with Jamiela wondering if she made a wise decision, or a grave mistake.

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Myriane handled Jamiela's chestnut brown hair with gentleness, even if her hands were slightly calloused from hoisting barrels of ale and bags of flour the day before. Still, Jamiela was grateful to have a handmaiden like Myriane. Besides, no one was sassier than her.

"I saw your misfortune a while back. Time to make up for it. You might score another chance with any of the Stark boys." The raven-haired woman said, as she braided the top portion of her hair, as Jamiela nodded solemnly. "I guess.. I don't fathom myself marrying any of them.." Her thoughts drifted to Ned. He seemed nice enough, but no. Just no.

"My lady? Are you okay?" Jamiela turned to Myriane, her face filled with concern, as she trailed to where her eyes were at. She opened her palms to reveal bloodied cuts from where her nails were biting down at. "My lady?"

"It's alright. I was thinking," Jamiela brushed the subject aside quickly. "Maybe we could pick another dress?" Knowing her lady, Myriane nodded as she kept the yellow dress laid out for her, and brought the periwinkle one. "Better."

Myriane darted towards another closet, and produced a pair of white gloves, to conceal the fresh wounds Jamiela made on her hands. "Thank you. Thoughtful of you, Myriane."

Her handmaiden gave her a smile, before putting her hand on her hip. Myriane was also in a beautified state. Her hair was in a stylish coiffed hairstyle, with braids surrounding the big bun she made on top of her head, keeping strands of hair away from her face.

"Ready, my lady?" Jamiela nodded, and she immediately escorted the Baratheon outside her boudoir, and towards the dining hall, where, Jamiela presumed, the drama was.

Here goes nothing, Jamiela took a deep breath and sighed. Stay calm, and keep your posture high and well-maintained.

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          "And after that, the deer almost ran, but I shot it, straight in the head! It was Luck, raining down on me that day, Rickard! Imagine.." Robert drawled on about his hunting days, as Rickard tried his best to look and sound pleased, as the servants serve the two Houses their sumptuous feast.

Jamiela took the seat next to Brandon, chivalrous enough to escort her to her seat. She caught Ned's gaze, and stifled the urge to giggle. The second born Stark raised his eyebrow in question, but did not utter a word.

"My lady," Jamiela turned to her side, to see Brandon Stark speaking to her. "I believe that we have not properly introduced ourselves." He stood up, and knelt to kiss her hand, tenderly and gently. "Brandon Stark of Winterfell, firstborn son of Lord Rickard Stark, brother to Eddard, Benjen, and Lyanna Stark."

Jamiela almost immediately took her hand from him, and curtsied awkwardly. "Lady Jamiela Baratheon of Stormlands, daughter to Steffon and Cassana Baratheon, and sister to Robert, Stannis, and Renly Baratheon." The words slipped off her tongue, as it was something memorized by heart.

Brandon smiled, and continued to stuff himself with the food on the table, as Jamiela quietly ate her share of food. Deer carcass was served on the table ("I shot that one! It was a great find!") as the adults drank ale from the cups. Jamiela did not bother to take a swig, being a proper lady. She did not dare participate in their drinking contests, deeming it foolish.

Jamiela did not notice that someone has taken the seat beside her, if Lyanna did not poke her on the shoulder. "Ouch- huh? Lady Lyanna!"

Lyanna waved her hand aside. "Drop the formality. Lyanna will be fine. Besides, what's your name? I wasn't able to hear it clearly at the gates a while ago." Jamiela turned red at the remembrance of the event.

"Lady Jamiela Baratheon of Stormlands, daughter to Steffon-" Lyanna shook her head in dismay, stopping Jamiela. "No, I meant, who are you? What do you like? What do you go by? Those stuff. Not the boring titles."

Jamiela immediately started a liking towards Lyanna and smiled. "Well, you can call me Jamiela, and I enjoy reading and visiting the village, and..." Her head went blank, as Jamiela tried to pick on a few hobbies she used to do, besides her reading books, and visiting the nearby village. ".. it's basically it."

Lyanna's eyes widened. "That's it?! No talents, or skills like archery or horseback riding?" Jamiela wanted to point out that those weren't activities ladies are supposed to immerse themselves in, but she knew better than to insult Lady Lyanna Stark.

"Well, I wanted to learn some-" Lyanna looked at her wildly. "I'll teach you! We'll be staying here for a few days, and I guess I could teach you the basics of horseback riding, and a good bit of archery, if you'd like." Jamiela felt her face lit up, like a lantern.

"Really? You'd do that?" Lyanna nodded, smiling enthusiastically. Jamiela decided that maybe it wouldn't be as bad after all.

"Just.. don't tell my father." She winked, before leaving. Jamiela was in awe on Lyanna, and how she manages to be a total badass. Maybe they allow women to be warriors in Winterfell.

"I see you've found a friend in my sister? Admittedly, she's someone you wouldn't be able to resist to admire." Jamiela turned to see Ned, leaning against the pillar. "Yeah."

"Want me to walk you to your room? It seems like you're done, and the adults are talking while drinking, so I bet that it will be alright." Jamiela wasn't able to stop herself, when she nodded. Ned held his hand out, and the Baratheon took it, and stood.

In a few moments, the two were walking down the halls, silence overtaking the air, until Ned spoke. "It seemed that Lyanna liked you. A lot." Jamiela laughed.

"It's quite obvious in her eyes, she seemed very excited to finally have a girl friend to talk to. Not to mention you are pretty nice to be with." Jamiela blushed at his compliment. "I'm flattered, really, but I'm not who you imagined to be." told Jamiela earnestly.

"Nonsense, my lady. I believe you are a gift from the Gods, hopefully mine to keep." Ned attempted for a joke, but it made their company even more awkward, as silence befall the Stark and the Baratheon.

They arrived in front of Jamiela's room, and Ned turned to her. "It was nice to spend this lovely night with you, my lady." He knelt down to kiss her hand, and Jamiela nodded.

Ned bowed. "Have a good night." He then left, with Jamiela outside, and at once, he vanished from sight. Jamiela smiled to herself.

"You, too."