Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Two: Uneasy Feeling

"Your mother is horrible," Arya announced sitting down next to Sanira, she had bumped into Arlenna while coming to her lesson and it had not gone well; the woman had been incredible rude to her. 

It made Arya almost glad that Arlenna would not be hanging around after Sanira was married to her brother, she did not like the Lannister lady that had scoffed at how unladylike she was.

"Arya," Sansa scolded looking up from her sowing and glaring at her sister, she could not believe that Arya was insulting their guests; from what she had seen of Lady Arlenna, she was a perfect southern lady. 

Sansa had yet to spend much time with her but she was sure that she was not like Arya described; she would be like their own mother and would be a proper lady something that Arya would never understand.

"What it's true? And she looks down on us," Arya protested, she had seen the looks that Arlenna had given them all and her not so quiet words to her husband about how horrid she thought Winterfell was. 

Arya thought that if Arlenna did not like Winterfell then she could go back to Aeredale and stay there, it was not as if she was needed for the wedding planning that she actively avoided. 

Sanira sighed wishing her mother would be quieter with her dislike for her new home, she knew that people were starting to notice and she just hoped that there would not be too much damage done when her family left.

"Well maybe if you acted like a lady," Sansa muttered knowing that Arya would still hear her, she was tired of her sister ruining things for her and she just wished Arya would leave. 

Sansa had been enjoying her time with Sanira, she quite liked the woman that was to marry her older brother even if she did not understand why she would want to be stuck here.

The young red head could not wait to marry and leave this dull place, she wanted her prince to arrive ride in on his white stallion and whisk her away to be his Queen. 

Arya glared at Sansa, she wished that her sister would shut up and open her eyes; just because Arlenna acted like a lady did not mean that she was not trouble especially given how she looked down upon the Starks.

"Sansa. Arya. Please..." Sanira stated putting a stop to Arya's reply, she did not wish to listen to them arguing when she had come here to settle her nerves. 

In a few days she would be married and her mother's words of wisdom did little to comfort her, all Arlenna had to say was that she should not expect her new husband to be kind to her especially on their wedding night.

Sanira had not really seen much of her husband-to-be, she guessed he was busy preparing for their wedding and she did not blame him for wanting to spend as much time as possible away from her before they were married. 

It was still strange for Sanira to think that she would not be Sanira Tremaine anymore, instead she would become Sanira Stark; something that Sanira that she doubted would be easy to adjust to. 

Her father could only see how good this match would be for their family, his only daughter would be the next Lady of Winterfell; even better that he had been able to secure the match from his old friend.

"We're sorry Sanira," Sansa murmured looking at her sister-to-be, she was sort of glad that Robb was going to marry someone like Sanira. 

There had been many options for a future bride for Robb, their mother had favoured a southern match but Eddard would hear none of it. 

He had been eager to see the House of Tremaine and Stark united again, Rolan was one of his best friends and Eddard had always been able to count on him especially after the rebellion.