"Robb, I'm a Dornish girl in the north set to marry a northerner if that isn't the most ridiculous thing you've had ever heard"
"It's not, you speak about white walkers as if they're real."
8 (flashback)|aren't girls supposed to like marriage
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"I heard father, say you were to marry Ned's son," Borin informed his sister. He had come out of wherever it was he had been hiding and the two were currently walking the grounds of Winterfell. He was a small sweet boy but had a knack for being so eerily quiet you'd forget he was n the room. It's how he heard so much of what he wasn't supposed to hear.
"Your mother hates when you eavesdrop" Borin's mother was a tough northern lady who had married Edger when Liliana was no more than a babe, making their son Borin a Crayne.
"You're not going to tell her are you ?" Borin feared his mother the same way most young boys did but in fairness, she was quite scary even Liliana at times avoided her.
"No, I'm not." She said shuddering at the thought of having to speak to Borin's mother voluntarily.
Liliana thought to the boy in the stables, he was kind. Her handmaiden in Dorne had once told her it was good to find a man that was kind as they were a rarity. This made Liliana, too displeased with the idea of marrying Ned's son. She had yet to meet his other son what if she didn't like him her uncle had told her stories, of northern families he flared people and cut off people into pieces for no reason but to pass time. Though at the age of 8 her mind was capable of knowing this was not the Starks. There was that part of her brain that still lacked reason, an anxious part that thought what if the son you marry is like that?
"What if I don't want to marry him?" Liliana questioned.
"You have to." The boy replied bluntly.
This is the bit they leave out of fairy tales, when the prince bends down on one knee you think the princess has the choice to say yes or no; She doesn't. Liliana was just begging to learn this.
"Uncle said that northerners chop people to bits and when they finish chopping they feed those bits to their dogs. He said they make you watch" Liliana whispered though he couldn't see anyone around she didn't want to take the risk of being turned to dogs meat.
At this Borin laughed, the kind of laugh that came from the pit of your stomach and required extraneous force to stop. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was younger than her as he had somehow acquired the intellect of a man 3 x his age.
"Uncle said those things to scare you so you'd run crying to father and get sent back to Dorne."
Liliana scrunched her face, "Uncle wouldn't lie!"
"Does Eddard look like the sort man to eat a person? Do I ?" Saw himself as a Northerner, unlike Liliana who had spent her life in Dorne with her uncle and cousin he had been born here in the north. raised in Old Castle with their father. He lacked the Dornish accent but perfectly captured the looks his dark thick curls clay-colored skin and deepest brown eyes so dark they were often mistaken for black but in the brightest sun resembled ripples of milk chocolate.
It didn't occur to her at the time she had never accused the northerners of cannibalism it was something Borin had heard rumors of himself; Bolton's a family that bore the inspiration for all wicked tales.
"Aren't girls suppose to like marriage?"
"Aren't boys meant to be able to fight" Liliana shoved her brother playfully.
"Maybe everyone should be able to choose what they like for themselves."
"I agree. "
"you still have to marry --"
"Yes, I got that Borin" she sighed, silently hoping her father choose the right one.
