The Princess and The Bastard [Jon Snow]

Chapter 2: The Feast

Maester Luwin escorts me to the room that I will be staying at for the next couple of weeks, until I marry into the the stark name. My maid Marriana is stood at the bottom of the bed, welcoming me in. Marriana traveled north with us, she is like a mother to me, a mother I can't live without. Maester Luwim informs Marriana what time the feast is at, then leaves shortly afterwards.

Marriana had already laid out my dress and shoes for this evening on the bed. This dress is beautiful, a navy blue with silver flakes embroidered at the top. I suppose I will have to get use to wearing dark colours from now on, if I'm going to be a stark.

"So, princess what do you think of your future husband? He is quite the charm. Oh! think what he would be like in the bedroom!" Marriana's humorous voice fills the room which I'm use to, as she brushes the knots out of my hair. For the first time in winterfell I feel sick, thoughts of the bedding ceremony enter my mind. I take a deep breath, remembering mothers words that I have to be brave.

"Marriana!!" I shout, glaring at her. I want to say more but I bite my tongue.

"I'm only teasing child!" Marriana defends as she witnesses a loud sigh escape my mouth, she continues to smooth out my hair.

"Who is escorting me to the feast?" I question with a frown,wanting to change the subject quickly.

"Robb Stark, your grace!" Marriana replies with a high pitched voice, grinning at me through the mirror.

Within the next hour or so, I am ready. I glare at my reflection. Seeing myself wear navy makes myself appear different, older perhaps. I look like a true stark but I don't feel it. Will I ever feel that I belong here, I question to myself.

Marriana's voice cuts off my thoughts.

"Robb Stark, has arrived your grace!"
She informs. I turn round to see Robb Stark standing at the door, ogling at me. He is very handsome tonight, brown leather suits him. A soft smile appears on my face which he copies.

"Princess Rosanna, you look beautiful!" Robb compliments, scanning his dark eyes up and down my figure which makes me blush.

"Thank you, your grace. You look lovely yourself" I reply slowly. I stare into his eyes, that I begin to get lost.

"Thank you. Now, we better be on our way before my mother sends maester Luwin to find us!" Robb chuckles at the end which make me laugh. I say my goodbyes to Marriana and take a hold of Robb Starks's grip.

Robb gives a rough tour of winterfell within the short distance to the feast. I appreciate his words as I will have to learn my way around the castle, if I'm going to be the Lady of winterfell.

The feast is filled with laughter, singing, wine and whores: that's where I notice father which makes my skin crawl, poor mother I thought. Robb then explains that I am seated at the girls table with Sansa and Ayra while removing his hand from mine, making his way to the boys table.

"Princess, your dress is very beautiful this evening!" Sansa compliments as I sit beside her.

"Thank you Sansa, as yours is too!" I reply with a smile

"I made it myself!" Sansa's voice is gentle while appearing down at her own work

"It's lovely! I was wondering if you could make me one? " I ask, admiring the stitching on her dress.

"I would be honoured, princess!" A large smile appears on her face. I glance over to the boys table, to see Robb laughing with everyone. I have never seen him laugh like that, I hope I can fulfill his happiness one day.

"Princess!! When you and my brother have babies. Will you teach them how to fight?" Ayra questions loudly, featured with a cheeky grin. My heart stops, children with Robb. I am not ready for this, I begin to panic.

"Ayra! You can't speak to Princess Rosanna In that way!" Sansa's high pitched voice shouts at her younger sister. I reassure them it's fine and then kindly dismiss myself from the table. I need another drink or cold air for that matter.

"Oh sister! how I tremble for you, living in this dump!" I jump at Joffrey's harsh words while I walk towards the door. His face is as cold as the sweet wine.

"Oh! Joffrey shut up, will you!" I bark back at my brother, brushing past his shoulder. Every since mother told him he would be king one day he has turned into vile creature, I no longer know.

I run quickly out the door trying my best to navigate myself round the castle, thinking back to what Robb had said. I need to feel the cold air hit off my face, to prove that I can still feel something.

A crooked door to my left welcomes me in to the cold, fresh air that I need. My worries run with the wind and my hair blows. I slowly close my eyes, trusting the wind to keep look out.

A view of the north at night, is staring back at me as I open my eyes. It's rather beautiful, I thought. I begin to explore my surroundings when something catches my eyes. The boy, from yesterday is seated on a bench. I begin to walk closer, noticing he still looks miserable.

"May I sit, your grace?" I ask quietly to the boy. His black curls that match his eyes perfectly, look damp from the cold wind and drip down from his scalp.

"I am no grace princess, I am a Ned Stark's bastard!" His deep voice replies while he stares into my innocent eyes. A shocked expression is displayed on my face by his words, I slowly take a seat beside him.