Winterfell castle was a home to many, especially the family of the Warden of the North, although that didn't extend to their ward, Theon Greyjoy, and the Warden's bastard son, Jon Snow.

It was the home of Elowen Stark and her twin sister, Sansa, two auburn-haired girls that were the eldest daughters of the Warden of the North Ned Stark. Sansa was often the center of praise for all things feminine and lady-like unlike her sisters, her twin and their younger sister Arya, the two who shared a passion for things that were not considered correct for a Lady to do nor learn.

The three sat in a room with the rest of the rest of the young Ladies that resided in the castle of Winterfell, their Ladies-in-waiting if one would consider them that. The sisters near each other, the twins closer while Arya sat a bit away from them.

The Septa approached the twins, more so Sansa than Elowen, the prior being more talented in embroidery than her twin sister, and complimented her embroidery "Fine work, as always. Well done." Sansa looked her twin sister with a proud smile on her lips that Elowen couldn't help but return, even if she didn't care for embroidery.

"I love the detail that you've managed to get in the corners. Quite beautiful." the Septa continued to compliment, touching the embroidery as she did, pointing out what she was mentioning, prompting Sansa to look at her.

The sound of arrows flying could be heard from the courtyard, capturing young Arya's attention, she who had been staring at her older sister in distaste for being so perfect at embroidery and everything a Lady should be.

"You sneak out of the room and I would cover for you." Elowen told her younger sister, startling her out of her thoughts of doing just as her sister had mentioned. Elowen often understood her, in ways that none of her other siblings didn't, in ways that their mother didn't and Arya loved her for it, which was one of the reason for Arya to be closer to her than she was with Sansa despite the two being twins.

"I cannot, the Septa would notice my absence the moment I set foot out of the room." Arya whispered back to her sister, her dark eyes peering over to the Septa beside Elowen. Elowen rolled her deep blue eyes at her younger sister and held back a laugh as she shook her head, pulling the needle of the embroidery up carefully.

Both their embroidery were simple and nothing that the Septa would compliment.

"You know how I can distract anyone from anything if I wish to." Elowen whispered back, winking at her sister and motioning towards the door that was all too conveniently behind the two.

It was moments like this that Arya loved her older sister for, her instant offer to cover for her if the young Lady wished to escape, offering herself up as a beacon of attention so others wouldn't have to be it.

Arya smiled at her sister and sneaked out of the room, clutching the embroidery she'd been doing just to toss it away the moment she was far away enough from the door. A pleased and happy smile on her lips as she felt free from the Septa that had been tasked with watching over the Ladies.

Arya had been correct when she said that the Septa would notice her absence the moment she set foot out of the door because nearly as soon as she did, the Septa looked away from Sansa in search of the young Stark Lady, an annoyed look on her face as she knew that she'd run off once more.

Elowen wasn't about to allow her sister to get into trouble when she promised that she'd prevent it from happening. Sansa seemed to know what was going on because she turned to her twin sister with an annoyed look on her face, she wasn't too fond with their younger sister running off whenever she pleased and her twin sister covering for her.

Elowen simply smiled at her twin sister as she pricked her thumb with the embroidery needle as hard as she could, to the point of drawing blood. Sansa who'd been staring at her twin sister could only gasp in shock as she saw this, she knew first-hand what her sister was willing to do to help her and their family in any way she could but it was the first time that she'd watched her sister wound herself to aid any of them.

A desperate "Elowen!" fell from Sansa's lips as she dropped the embroidery to rush to her twin sister, the Septa instantly wrapped her thumb in a cloth that she pulled from her sleeve, instantly fussing over her.

The twins could only share a look as the Septa rushed Elowen away to get the prick to her finger treated correctly.