The three days from the decision to the actual day of the wedding in the North were spend with anxiety covering the air, anxiety on top of the stress and worry about Bran.

It was the first time since the Royal Family arrived in Winterfell that the betrothed actually didn't see each other. Elowen was constantly surrounded by seamstresses, she barely had anytime to go outside.

The bond between the twins had strained even more, so much so that Sansa hadn't visited her sister at the seamstresses, opting instead to be the one to spend time with 3-year-old Rickon, while Arya spent time with Robb.

Joffrey was hounded by his uncle Jaime to train, and when he wasn't training his swordsmanship, he was also being tailored by the Lannister seamstress.

The Queen had decided to visit the Lady of the House, to show her respect, having not done so prior, and knowing that as the Queen she had to show and pay her respects.

Cersei entered the room that Bran was in, alone and clutching her cloak, her green eyes never leaving Bran's figure as soon as they catch the sight of the body, laying in bed with countless of fur layers.

Cat was sitting beside the bed, making a puppet, of what? The Queen couldn't tell, but if she had to guess, it would be for something representing Lady Stark's faith in the Faith of the Seven.

It took a moment for Catelyn to realize who had entered the room, and when she did, Catelyn almost instantly set what she was making on the bed and stood up, looking at the Queen surprised.

Cersei quickly dismissed Catelyn only to have Catelyn reply with "Oh, I would've dressed, your Grace." As she smoothed her nightgown, showing how she had barely moved from her son's side.

"This is you home, I'm your guest." The Queen dismissed, approaching the side of the bed, her green eyes never leaving Bran's peaceful face. "Handsome one, isn't he?

Catelyn moved her eyes to the Queen as she continued to speak.

"I lost my first boy, a little black-haired beauty. He was a fighter too, tried to beat the fever that took him." Cersei's words were hard, and when she swallowed the lump that had grown on her throat as she spoke. She glanced away, blinking away tears as she apologized. "Forgive me, that's the last thing that you need to hear right now."

"I never knew." Catelyn said, looking at the Queen with renewed eyes.

"It was years ago, Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall. All the things men do to show you how much they care." Cersei recounted, her eyes focused on Bran but not really looking at him.

"The boy looked just like him. Such a little thig, a bird without feathers." Cersei inhaled deeply, tears now shinning in her eyes, threatening to spill. "They came to take his body away, and Robert held." She looked away from Bran, "I screamed and battled but he held me."

It took a moment for Cersei to be able to speak, clearly remembering the day as if it was the previous day, the tears fell down her cheeks as she continued, "That little bundle... they took him away and I never saw him again. Never visited the crypt, never..."

Cersei quickly cleaned her cheeks of any proof that she'd been crying. "I pray to the mother every morning and night that she return your child to you." Cersei finished, looking out the window as she inhaled the cold air that was coming in from the open window.

Catelyn also had tears in her eyes, tears that didn't fall as the Queen's did, but she thanked the Queen for her prayers.

Cersei smiled at her, sadly but she did, and before the Queen walked out of the room, Catelyn called out to her, stopping the Queen before she left.

"Would you check, on Elowen?" Catelyn requested, "I haven't been to see her, nor how the dress is turning out. And I believe that a mother figure there would soothe her for tonight."

Catelyn didn't often ask others to check on her children, but she knew that Elowen was having a hard time, with the weak bond between her and Sansa and given that Catelyn, herself, barely left Bran's side, she'd been alone and without a motherly figure to soothe her worries for 22 days.

The Queen looked surprised to hear the request, most certainly not having expected it, but given the fact that Catelyn had just seen her in one of her most vulnerable states and still asked her to check on her daughter, warmed her heartly slightly.

After accepting the request, Cersei descended to the floor in which Elowen and Sansa's rooms were, both doors were closed and but noise only came from one of them, the one that Cersei decided to approach.

She knocked and pushed the door open after being summoned inside, and when she opened the door, she was met by the sight of Elowen on a small podium, wearing an ivory body fitted gown with a train. She had a chain resting on her hips, with 4 pendants, a fish, a wolf head, a stag and a lion.

Elowen raised her head to greet the person who had entered her room, assuming it to be Robb, but at the sight of the Queen, Elowen fell to a low curtsy, ignoring the pricks that the needles caused as they stabbed into her skin.

A part of Cersei was impressed that Elowen was able to curtsy so low in the dress she was wearing, but gave the order for Elowen and the seamstresses to stand up.

"Your Grace, it's truly a surprise to see you here." Elowen claimed, her voice matching the shock that was etched on her face.

"Is this the dress you'll be wearing tonight?" Cersei questioned, admiring the handywork of the seamstresses, she was impressed with designs in blue and grey at the back, on the train of the dress, it was a fish and a larger direwolf with 5 direwolves around them, and at the front, a red lion along with 4 golden stags.

"Oh... No, this is the dress for King's Landing. I want to prove my loyalty and fealty to the Throne, and I thought what better way to show it than showing, behind me and before me." Elowen replied almost sheepishly.

To say that Cersei was shocked by Elowen at every turn was too kind. Cersei knew, as all women do, that parting with her family would be hard, and while she had her twin brother in the Capital with her, Cersei could tell that the betrothal was putting a strain on Elowen's relationship with a family member. Elowen didn't beam with happiness and pride to having been chosen, by order of birth, to make a marriage alliance with another House, much less the House of her father's best friend, a House that was trusted by her father.

"It's pretty." Cersei complemented, "What of the gown for tonight?"

"It's a dress that San-Sansa made for me in the beginning of the year, it's pale grey, nearly white, I have not yet grown out of it." Elowen confessed, looking rather pain stricken as she mentioned the dress ad who made it for her.

There it was, the reason for her soon to be daughter-by-law to be crestfallen and unable to shine.

"Something seems to be bothering you little dove." Cersei commented, taking a seat at the foot of the bed while looking at Elowen stand perfectly still.

Elowen deflated and began to chew on her bottom lip, guilt and anguish clear in her features. Elowen didn't want to vent to her soon-to-be mother-by-law, especially for something that wasn't affecting the betrothal nor the marriage ceremony so much.

Cersei could tell that Elowen wasn't going to open up, not right now, not to her. Cersei gently reached for Elowen's hand that was closest to her and held it, prompting Elowen to look at her.

"You can come to me with anytime with your troubles, we're family now." Cersei told the young bride, knowing that it was an offer she wouldn't make just to anyone, one that she wouldn't have thought of making anyone but Elowen genuinely seemed like she needed a comforting figure.

Elowen smiled slightly, still gnawing at her inside cheek.