The Other Stark girl

Memories faded into nothing

         Eve's eyes ached to see Winterfell again.She wished she could go to the godswood and pray under the weirwood tree.She had even missed Theon Greyjoy who often flirted with her.Everything about Winterfell, she missed as she sat by the window.

              "Oh, lovely Eve, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" a drunk Theon had once offered on the evening of the Royal visit."Theon Greyjoy!.You are drunk, I can tell and I will not dance with a drunk man!" she said to him as he winked at her."Fine, I'll go to Mole's Town, then.You remain the only woman to refuse me, Eve Marianne Stark" he said as he stumbled out of the hall.

               "Eve.." a meek voice had said.The eldest Stark child looked back to see her sister.Sansa!.The two girls embraced each other, forgetting for a few moments that they were hostages here at King's Landing."Oh, Sansa.How I missed you!" she said as she stifled a sob collecting in her throat.I have to be strong for Sansa.I cannot cry."Do sit down, sweet sister" said as her eyes welled up with tears."How good it is to see my pretty Sansa!", she released from her tight embrace as they both sat on the bed facing each other."Eve...I was in the Throne room".Her eyes darted from her to the door."And..?" Eve paced towards the door, locking it."Be quiet.Make sure your voice is hardly above a whisper, do you understand?" Eve said, sitting before her sister.

"Go on, then".She could sense Sansa was nervous."I was in the Throne room just a short while ago.Joffrey and Margaery are to marry.I pretended to be upset in front of the entire court, and then I was accosted by...".Eve narrowed her eyes."..by..".The eldest Stark child placed a hand on her sister's shoulder."Who, Sansa?".The little dove's gaze dropped to the floor."Lord Petyr Baelish".Eve had not yet told her the tale of how Baelish had betrayed their father.She was in the Throne room when it happened."What did he say to you, Sansa?".There was a sudden rapping on the door.Eve rushed towards it.It was Margaery Tyrell.Seven hells.

"Oh, my darling Eve! How are you?".How am I?.How would I be in this snake pit?."I am..I am fine, Margaery.I believe the last time we saw each other was..." Eve struggled to remember."When we came to Winterfell, dear Eve" shrieked Margaery as she smirked at her."Oh yes" Eve chuckled lowly."We hear you are set to marry King Joffrey" she said, as she motioned towards the two chairs by the window."Yes, I trust Sansa told you of my betrothal? It was announced a few days ago in The Throne Room".Yes, when Sansa and I were practically kicked out of there.Eve nodded as the two of them sat down."Yes, she did.I am certain you are elated as any girl about to marry a King would be" Eve uttered, through gritted teeth."Oh yes, why would I not be? King Joffrey is most handsome and kind".She only wants to marry him because he's King and because she wants to be the Queen."Oh, you have to help me prepare for the wedding.I would be most grateful, Eve.After all, you are the only friend I have here" there was that smirk of hers again."Why, yes, Margaery.I shall".Somebody knocked on the door, and came in."Lady Sansa, The Queen Regent requests your presence".Oh no.The little dove got up, and made her way towards the door, throwing her sister a fleeting glance.When will I tell her about Baelish?.Also, what did he want with her?."Eve! Do talk to me".What is there to talk about?.My father is dead, my brother may be a dead man soon and only the Gods know what will become of my mother.