for kingnamedstark

The entire journey was one that Armeria enjoyed, even with all the possible dangers that could have happened. Her mother and sister were near to having their nerves entirely frayed with worry but she was hardly able to keep herself from rolling her eyes at them. She was the youngest and very adventurous, but also the most logical.

As much as she didn't want to go traipsing all over the North so her mother could find a suitable husband for her sister, here Armeria is watching her from the far end of the table speak with the Lady of Winterfell, Catelyn Stark while a feast and celebration continue on around them.

Taking her cup of mulled wine, she sips at it while watching people get up and dance. She spies the eldest of the Stark daughters talking with another her age and then of the second youngest son dashing through several people to chase after his pup. Then she sets her eyes on the eldest son, Robb, and watches him discreetly or so she thinks no one has noticed. It's only when her mother leans in and tells her to go speak to him that she realizes she's being a little more obvious than she had wanted. Her trepidation shows when she looks her mother in the eye, but she slowly gets to her feet, takes her cup and moves his way.