On My Honor ‣ Jaime Lannister

Broken

NAYA

They had prepared Winterfell for weeks, hoping they could make the king and the royal family pleased with what they had to offer so far north of King's Landing. Eddard had informed his wife of how much ale and wine they would need given Robert's obsession with drinking. Catelyn had been thoroughly surprised to hear they would have eight barrels of ale for the occasion. Sure, Robert could drink and so could his men, but she was surprised to hear a good portion of it would be for the Imp, given his stature.

Naya had sewn a dress for Arya, having learned how to do so with Septa Mordane. She did not sew any new dresses for herself since she knew she had a good amount, but Arya stained and tore hers often enough that she figured she needed a nice one to wear to impress the Baratheons.

"I don't want to wear a fancy dress," Arya had complained to her older sister, watching her sew some of the final stitches.

"Normally, Father would not make you," Naya replied. "However, this is the king and his family we are talking about."

"The king and Father were friends," she pointed out.

"But I hear the queen is a snobbish Southerner fond of her jewels and keeping up appearances," she said. "If anything, you must impress her."

"I don't like to impress people."

She smiled. "I know, Arya. I know."

"Why aren't you making anything for yourself?"

"Because I have dresses that are not torn."

"Dresses were not made to play in."

"No, they were not." She brushed Arya's hair behind her ear. "But one day, maybe I will teach you to run in a dress without covering it in mud."

The dress was nothing extravagant, so Arya decided to wear it. It was a simple gray dress and it would have to do. It was not covered in beading and jewels like the queen's dress would undoubtedly be, but they were Northerners, so if anything, she could chalk it up as how the women in the North dressed. Perhaps the queen would feel sorry for them.

When they caught wind of the arrival of the king's caravan, the Starks had lined up to meet them in the courtyard, Jon excluded. They were lined up in order of age, so Naya had stood between her father and Robb. Naya touched her brother's fresh-shaven face and told him more than once how he needed stubble on his face to look like himself. Robb shoved her hands away, causing Naya to chuckle and Sansa to glare for only a moment.

Naya was the first person to notice Arya's absence, the second being Catelyn.

"Where's Arya?" Catelyn had asked, looking to see five of her six children lined up. "Sansa, where's your sister?"

Sansa shrugged.

"Naya?" her mother asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Mother," Naya replied. "That little heathen is running around somewhere."

Shortly after, Arya came running by with a knight's helm swallowing her small head whole. Eddard had caught his daughter, taking the helm off her head.

"What are you doing with that on?" her father asked.

Arya didn't answer, shoving her way into place between Sansa and Bran as Naya, Robb, and Jon fought off chuckles.