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I sat by the window in my given chambers, staring out at the lands that stretched miles beyond the walls of Winterfell. Unlike in the capital, or even simply the south, everything in the north was spread out, making it nearly impossible to travel between the holdfasts in less than a days ride.
The sky had turned dark, and soon it would be time to descend to the great hall where a welcoming feast was being held. Not long ago, a handmaiden had come to aid me to prepare myself, helping me with my dress and hair.
Chosen for me, by my sister without a doubt, was a floor length dark red velvet dress that had lion manes sown delicately on its folds as well as a golden lining underneath. The sleeves reached down to my wrists, and neckline ended only slightly away from my neck. The coverage was so that I would not succumb to the already cold northern winds.
A knock on my door made me look away from my window. "My lady, your brother, Ser Jaime, has come to escort you to the feast." Ser Edmund informed me from his post in front of my door. "Yes, send him in please, Ser Edmund."
In strode my golden lion of a brother, his usual gold kings guard armour and silk white cloak exchanged for his rather simple brown and red leather tunic and trousers that he wore underneath his armour. His smirk and golden blonde hair were ever so present, displaying his true Lannister traits.
When I was younger, I often gazed longingly at my older siblings for their appearance. After all, they were the epitome of Lannister's, and I didn't look anything like them. Even though each year I had my natural white hair dyed to a light shade of blonde, it wasn't the same.
These feelings of envy diminished as the years passed, and now I was grateful to have been born with my mother's looks. Whenever people questioned my purple orbs, my father waved it off as a birth defect. Still, the judging gazes that I received were ever so bothersome. But, I was a Dragon, although I could not say it openly, and Dragons do not care for the opinions of sheep, as they will die at our jaws anyway, just like everyone else.
"You look as magnificent as always, dear sister." Jaime complimented me. I giggled at him, blushing embarrassingly at his words. "Thank you, Jaime. You look quite handsome yourself." He grinned at me and picked up an embroided shawl from the bed.
He walked to me and wrapped it around my shoulders, squeezing gently on them. "Wouldn't want for you to freeze to death in this place." I smiled appreciatively at him. "Thank you, brother." He nodded and bowed mockingly. "Anything for you, dear sister."
I giggled at his antics and stood up from my spot walking towards him, accepting his outstretched arm. "Shall we?" He asked.
When I had nodded at him, we exited by chambers and made our way through the halls, Ser Edmund closely following us, being certain to keep an eye at our surroundings.
Approaching the great hall, I soon grew nervous of what was coming. It wasn't difficult to think that the northerners would disapprove of me, they were never fond of southerners, much less Lannisters at that. The nerves started to kick in, and for the briefest of moments I thought of just running, but I quickly regained my senses.
I was a bloody dragon, I should not care for the opinion of sheep. But it was not only sheep that occupied the Hall, there were wolves, lions and stags within the numbers as well, and those posed a bigger problem. Thankfully, they all burnt nonetheless.
The sound of the feast could be heard many paces away from the dinning hall itself, the loud frivolities that the King indulged in along with the Northerners that joined in his festivities. The guttural laughs and drunken singing was not so pleasant on the ears, but the joyousness of it all was at least more favorable than the stiff court balls in the Capital.
Finally, my eyes caught up with my ears, and I stood in front of the doors that separated myself and my brother from the celebrations. A soldier in the door saw us and quickly fixed himself, giving us a bow which we both returned with a nod. He cleared his throat and pushed open the doors for us.
"Ser Jaime the Kingslayer of House Lannister, Knight of the Kingsguard, and his sister the Lady Aeriael of House Lannister, the Lioness of Kings Landing!"
