"Elaine is it?" Victoria looked up, finding that the young maid who brushed her hair had been relatively quiet since they'd begun to change for the nights events. She was respectful and courteous, only speaking when spoken too and on time whenever Victoria asked her to be.

The blonde haired female blinked a few moments as if startled by the notion that her Lady knew her name before nodding her head, "yes m'lady."

"What a beautiful name," the Dornish girl smiled at her young maid. She relaxed, sensing the edge on the girls nerves and hoping to comfort her, "tell me about yourself?"

"Oh my story is quite boring m'lady, I wouldn't want to bother you with it." She muttered back softly.

"No, ones story is boring." Victoria softly stated, "come, I'll ask something easy. I know your name is Elaine; what is the rest?"

"Elaine Snow." The blonde swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke so softly that her lady nearly didn't hear her but Victoria had fine ears and she caught it.

She lifted her hand to stop the blonde from brushing and turned in her seat, meeting her eyes. "Snow? As in..."

"Lord Richard Karstark is my father, he and my mother met when she worked in the—" Elaine caught off at the end, her cerulean eyes begging her lady not to continue.

Victoria lifted her hand and intertwined them with the porcelain skinned women, finding that she was shaking. "It's alright, you don't have to continue. I understand."

Elaine nodded appreciatively, "thank you m'lady."

"Victoria." The Valiente corrected her softly.

Elaine seemed confused until her lady smiled and stood, she went towards the bed, she sat and tapped the place beside her. "Come Elaine, I want us to be friends and as friends we must call each other by our first names. I'm Victoria or Vic in here."

Elaine tentatively took a seat, slowly her shoulders relaxed and the glisten in her eyes disappeared, "you're to kind m'— Victoria."

"Not so hard now is it, Elaine," Vic laughed softly and found that after a moment the blonde followed.

"You can call me Elle, everyone else does." The blonde responded, a small smile displaying.

"Elle, I quite like it." Victoria nodded. "So tell me, who is this everyone? Your mum, brother? Sister?"

"No," Elaine shook her head and cleared her throat, "my mum died a year ago, me brother died of a fever when he was but a babe. Anyone that I know now in Wintertown calls me Elle."

"Ah well, thank you for allowing me the privilege." Victoria winked and then grew comfortable. "So, may I ask?"

"Yes, he knows but he wished not to make too much of a fuss of me. Lord Karstark said that a women was of no use to him, much less a bastard women. He gave me the name Snow and then left me with my mum, I have only seen him a few times, they haven't been the most pleasant." Elaine blinked repeatedly, a form to hold back the tears that threatened to leave.

Victoria squeezed her hand, heart swelling and angering all for this women she had only just met. Her lips tightened, eyes narrowing as the blue eyes of Elle came back to her face, "well then, we will show him that women, even bastard women, are more powerful then he can ever imagine. Back in my homeland bastards are not treated as such, they are praised like everyone else and you will be as well. Tell me Elle what did you do before waiting on me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, squeezing her lady's hand back with appreciation before answering, "Lady Catelyn did not have a proper job for me when I started so she placed me wherever she would. Some days I was in the stables, other times I was in the Keep, she allowed me to be your handmaid temporarily, but usually I'm in the kitchen which reminds me I must hurry, I'm suppose to be helping out for the feast tonight."

Victoria noticed the annoyance on her face when she spoke of her duties at dusk, "what's is it?"

"It's nothing—"

"Elle, tell me please."

Elle sighed heavily, slightly embarrassed she spoke, "it's just some of the men get too handsy in the kitchen. It's easier when I'm working in the kitchens for them, I have to come when they call."

"Who?" Victoria questioned already knowing one name but wondering if there were more.

"Lord Greyjoy," Elle spoke after a pause of flickering her fingers.

Victoria cracked her knuckles, nodding her head promptly. She awaited until Elaine was looking directly at her to speak, "you will help me finish getting ready, once we are done you will go straight to your room with Ser Trout and gather your things. There's a spare room besides mine that is reserved for my personal Handmaid and you will be her from now on. I'll speak to Lady Stark about it and then I will send your supper to your room, no one will bother you from now on. Leave Theon to me."

"Oh Lady Valiente, I possibly couldn't. Surely there's others much more equipped to handle being your handmaid, you're the future Lady of Winterfell. I couldn't!" Elle rebutted, completely shocked that Victoria was offering her such a position. Handmaids were seen as high rankings amongst the common folk, she'd never heard of the daughter of a whore being one.

Victoria lifted her hand and shushed her, "you will be my handmaid, unless you don't want too?"

Elaine immediately nodded her head, "It'd be a great honor but—"

"Then it's settled," Victoria interrupted, smiling brightly at her new friend and maid. "You'll be my confidant and I'll be your protection. Ser Trout and I make good company you'll see. Now come Elle, I have to finish getting ready and you must gather your things before it becomes too late."

The smile that spread over Elaine face was worth it all, and Victoria hadn't told her the best part yet. She was going to give Elle the life she never had, one day she'd return to Dorne with her and they'd find her a good man to marry or if Elaine wanted a good job to have. She'd let her free from the task of being a handmaid and give the young women a life she deserved. Already, Victoria could tell they would be like sisters.

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Elle was actually better help then Victoria had once thought, the blonde had given her many beauty tips. She had claimed that being raised in a whorehouse had some perks and a few of those were beauty secrets.

They finished shortly before three distinctive knocks of Ser Trout were heard and both women lifted.

Her father had gifted her a last minute present the spinsters had managed to fasten for her and my was it beautiful. It was a long black dress, with sleeves and fabric so warm she did not need a coat. The details were of silver, intricate detail so beautiful it had made Elle gasp when revealed, a true dress fit for a Stark Lady. Of course there was still some Valiente left in it as specks of canary yellow ran down the sides and her collar bone. She radiated in it, a perfect blend of the south and north for the winter sun.

"My Lady, your betrothed, Lord Stark, is here." Ser Trout announced once he'd been given the okay to enter.

"Come in! Both of you!" Victoria ordered, holding onto Elle's hands as the handmaid grew pink and shy.

Robb and Marcos Trout entered, both awkwardly standing beside one another as they took in the two women. Victoria smiled widely at them, taking no notice of how their eyes both glossed over her beauty, instead she turned towards Elle.

"Robb, Ser Trout, I'd like you both to meet my new personal Handmaid, Elaine." She squeezed the blondes hand.

"My Lord, Ser Trout," Elaine bowed to them both.

"I see you've finally picked one," Robb joked, stepping forward and clutching his betrothed hand. He kissed her knuckles and smiled, "you look beautiful my love." He turned to the blonde handmaid, showing her the same respect and smiling, "as for you Ms. Elaine, I do hope you have patience with this one."

Elaine giggled softly, "Lady Valiente is extremely generous, my lord, it is an honor to serve her."

Robb seemed happy with her words and stepped back, allowing Ser Trout a moment to speak.

"My Lady, I hope Ms. Elaine serves you well." He bowed.

Victoria nodded, "Ser Trout I need you to held Ms. Elaine move into the room besides mine. She will pick her stuff up and you will help her go to and from. Do not allow anyone to bother her, I don't care who it is, kill them if they do not understand. After she is in her room I'd like you to make sure no one enters but whoever is to bring her supper. After you are allowed the rest of the time off. Agreed?"

Ser Trout nodded his head immediately after, "aye. Come Ms. Elaine, before the night grows dark."

Victoria squeezed Elaine's hand, "go on, I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast."

Elaine nodded, "have a good night, my lady, my lord."

Robb bowed respectfully at the blonde and waited until both knight and handmaid were out of the room to speak. "So I see you two got along. I never thought I'd see the day you managed to make a female friend your age."

"Well Elaine is different, she's not trying to fuck you for starters." Victoria quipped with a smile. Her smile settled as she pressed her body against Robb's when he came close enough, "I need your help with something."

"If it's to take this dress off I'm afraid that might have to wait till later, we are expected at the feast you know." Robb smiled and pushed a tendril of her hair back, it was pulled into elegant waves. Glittering pieces adorned it so it framed her face.

"Lord Stark, your insatiable lust can wait." She hummed, pressing against the lapels of his coat.

Robb laughed softly, pressing a hand to her chin and pulling her forward to kiss their lips together. It was a simple kiss, one that didn't hold too much passion as to not distract them before pulling his head back, "what is it."

"I need you to help me with Theon, he must leave Elaine alone from now on." The lady requested stern fully, earning herself a grow of displeasure from Robb as well as he pressing his forehead against her own. She raised a brow at this, "so I take it you won't help?"

"Oh I'll speak to him," Robb clarified, his blue green eyes speaking with sincerity, "there's just no possible way he will listen. When Theon gets it in his head to do something he usually tends to stick to it."

Vic crinkled her nose, "yes well he has that unpleasant nature doesn't he."

Robb smirked and nodded, "I suppose it'll be up to you to make him listen."

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Lady Valiente was enjoying her night at the feast, after speaking briefly with Catelyn and one of the wenches about Elaine she had taken a seat at one of the many tables lining the Great Hall with Robb by her side and Theon seated beside him. They ate with delight, laughing and joking as the night wore on and ignoring the stares that the Queen sent her way often. She had no idea why the Queen continued to give her lasting glances but decided to leave it alone.

"So have you two decided when the wedding is," Theon questioned the two betrothed, stopping his endless eating.

Robb clasped his hand with his future lady, looking towards her for an answer. Victoria smiled, pressing her lips together and saying, "well, we were supposed to wait until after the King left but we've decided in a years time."

"She wants to be married in the dead of Winter," Robb added on, taking a sip of his drinks. "Frankly I would marry her tomorrow if it made her happy but I suppose if she wants to freeze a finger off as a declaration of her love to me then that's her business."

Theon cackled while the Dornish beauty narrowed her eyes, "aren't you a bloody riot my love?"

"I do try." Robb smiles cheekily at her to which she rolled her eyes but bit back a smile.

"So given a years time, I should be expecting a nephew before then?" Theon wiggles his eyebrows at them both.

Robb belted a laugh, this time Victoria joining in as both shook their heads and the female responded, "gods be good that never happens, our parents would surely be in for a scandal then."

Theon nodded, hand shooting out to grasp the elbow of one of the kitchen wenches who was offering out more ale. He lifted his cup and smirked, "more for the three of us darling!"

She nodded, "as you wish my lords, my lady."

She dispensed and bid them farewell, leaving a smiling Theon to start moving his head around. Victoria and Robb both noticed, the former tapping the ladder as if to share another of their silent discussions. She asked wether Robb has spoken too Theon and when the Lord shook his head softly she rolled her eyes and realized that it would be her responsibility.

After a momentary sip of her drink she swallowed the bitter ale, "Theon, who are you looking for?"

Theon's devilish look back to his friend confirmed her suspicions before he had even spoken, "just one of the new kitchen wenches. She's a beauty and such a tease, I'm hoping she gives in tonight."

"You mean Elaine?" Victoria sat a little straighter, the Ironborne seemed not to notice how her voice had grown darker. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, innocent?"

"Aye you know her, didn't know you were into girls too Vic." Theon winked at her.

"Theon," she cleared her throat and awaited until the male was looking at her. Robb sat silently between them, awaiting to see what his betrothed would do. The thing about Victoria was, like the Martell and Valiente blood that ran through her veins, she too was a calculated explosion. Victoria preferred to love and laugh through life but there was moments when her wrath reared its head and gods help those who it attacked.

Theon barely paid attention, his eyes traveling from one kitchen wench to the next. Victoria's fury grew the longer he seemed to ignore her and the hold on her knife and fork tightened, her small fist slammed on the table loud enough to gain his attention as she roared, "Theon!"

The he turned finally, looking at her with confusions, "what is it?"

"The kitchen wench you want to shag, the one you won't stop pestering, her name is Elaine and she is my new handmaiden. You will stop making advances to her, you will stop following her and you will leave the poor women alone. Have I made myself clear?" Her stern voice was like a vice grip on the Theon's emotions, her brown iris' having dipped into a dark black as she scowled at him. He had never met fury quite like hers, most rarely did.

Theon blinked a few times, his ego not allowing the idea that a women, a ladylike women like Victoria with her gold earrings and expensive dress to speak to him as such. He looked to Robb, "she's fucking kidding right?"

Robb stayed silent, sensing that it was best he not feel the wrath himself. Theon blinked a few times, readying himself to make a witty comeback when her hand lifted and the sharpened knife she had once used to cute the meat off her plate was now stabbed between the spaces of his fingers. It protruded from the wooden table, nearly missing his skin by inches.

Her delicate eyebrows lifted once more and she stated slowly, "have I made myself clear?"

Theon blinked a few times, suddenly swallowing his ego and remembering why they called her house Valiant, why her sigil was a panther, and certainly why her name was Victoria. His pride was still intact however as she'd made as little commotion as possible and so he smiled, grinning from ear to ear as he yanked the knife out and flipped it back so the handle was pointed her way. "Aye Victoria, you Dornish women know how to keep men on their toes don't you? I'll leave Elaine, your handmaiden alone for now but if she makes advances at me I do not respond."

Victoria felt relief fall into her shoulders as she nodded and took her cutlery back, smiling back to show there was no bad blood. She did not often do things like that, serious threats were a rarity for her but sometimes the blood of a Valiente escaped her grasps before she could control it and the panther was let out.

Robb sat between them and found himself in slight shock at this, his to be wife certainly had no remorse and it appeared Theon had respect for this. He had expected more then a few yells from the Ironborn but it seemed that this would not be happening.

He swallows harshly, finding that the tension had diminished but even so he'd prefer not to have another round of altercation and thus takes a stand. He looks towards his betrothed, smiling brightly at her and erasing any previous thought from her mind, "Lady Valiente, would you do me the honor and dance with me?"

His smile was infectious as she nodded her head and used his hand to help her up, "it would be a pleasure, my lord."

Together, the direwolf and panther rose from their seats in the great hall and followed to the only vacant spot in the grand place, directly in front of the royal table.

Victoria was an expert dancer like every Dornish man and women, she knew dances so exotic most were forbidden from being shared as they would entice any man within eyesight. She could shake her hips like they would come off her body or be as still as a statue. All of it was like breathing to her, every step she took and shimmy she gave was like another extension of her body. Robb knew this very well, he'd once caught her practicing in just her underwear, a sight he would have truly given his eyes over to see once more.

The music that played however wasn't one of fast paced, instead it was slow and methodical so he pulled her into her chest. There was a small space between them, one to show respect for their elders and themselves, but they moved in perfect sync. Robb led them, keeping his head high and their arms extended while the other wrapped around the curve of her hip. He was an alright dancer compared to Lady Valiente but where he might have forgotten the steps, she picked up to keep them moving correctly.

Victoria smiled at her betrothed, finding his handsome features reassuring as she moved along the crowd. Most of the people were in their own worlds, some stared at them and watched as they moved around the small area with ease. She found Lady Cateyln was staring at them with pride, her smile boasted when she met the Dornish women's brown ones.

Her eyes further moved on and found the prideful lions staring directly at her, well more like glaring. Queen Cersei and her brother Jamie were both looking at her, eyes narrowed and slightly huffing the longer they came into contact with one another. Victoria felt confusion rush through her, she did not know why they did this to her, why it seemed they hated her but if a lion was proud in its flock then a Panther would stand even prouder amongst the wolves. Her brown eyes swept from both of them, findings that Ser Jamie's were much more intrigued then hateful but even so she tilted her head at them, and offered them a smile. You can't strike fear in me, I am valiant.

Robb twirled her before she could see their parting glances but there was enough happiness in her heart for now to make her smile as she returned to Robb. His blue green eyes shimmered slightly turquoise and she was reminded of the shores off Dorne, how Trystan her harmless cousin would spend hours simply bathing in the water and she joined him many times. He was much younger then her, around Arya's age and thus she spent more time looking after him then playing but she still loved it.

"You were a little harsh on Theon weren't you?" Robb interrupted her memories, clearing his throat.

She furrowed her brows, debating wether he was joking and when she noted he was not she was quick to respond, "no. Theon needed to learn that not all women fall over to be with him, I don't care if they're whores or high borne ladies, no means no Robert. And besides, I wouldn't have had to do it if you had spoke to him first. "

"Vic," he breathed, attempting to diffuse the situation unfortunately she was not having any of it.

"Don't, Vic me, you wouldn't do what I asked so I had to do it myself." She scoffed, her voice stern, something she had never had to do with Robb.

"You gave me no time, we were in public, surrounded by friends. They did not need to hear me—"

"Defending a women? A girl who wasn't nobleborne is that it?" She countered, finding that the flare would not escape her. She had asked Robb to do something more then 2 hours ago and it had not been done so she needed to take the initiative.

"Victoria, you're making this more then it is," he cautioned her, eyeing the crowd around them. Some had joined in dancing them.

She huffed aloud, relaxing her face so she didn't look too pissed. "Well Robb, you tell me? Should I not be pissed?"

Robb sighed, finding that he wanted to be anywhere but his conversation because she was right and like her name said, she would always win. He tapped his head against her own, finding that this small gesture made her facial expression soften as he whispered, "I'm sorry alright, you are right. You asked me to do something and I should have done it."

"Apology accepted, my lord," she replied a little too formally for Robb's taste.

The song cut short and then two separated to clap for the music, Victoria taking a step farther from Robb. Despite his apology she still felt a little fury running through her body and she'd rather not be near him right now or else she'd say something she regret. Robb met her eyes, debating wether to try and make her smile but before he could think of anything to do her father stepped in front of them.

Ricardo held a bright smile, with his arms pushed behind his back he stood tall and ducked his head at his beautiful daughter, "Lord Stark, if I may intrude and take a moment to dance with my daughter."

"Of course my lord," Robb nodded his head and extended his arm towards his betrothed. He looked over towards his mother to see she had been asking for his attention and then she pointed towards the table full of girls, Arya and Sansa were sitting there. The former was laughing like a madman, holding a spoon in her hand while the latter was ready to cry as she wiped food from her face and looked ready to kill her youngest sister. Robb sighed aloud, "If you'll excuse me I actually have to tend to my sisters."

Victoria took notice of the incident and a smile broke onto her lips, "Arya did warn Sansa she would do something like that."

Robb nodded his head as he too had heard the youngest Stark threaten something along those lines. He and Victoria curtsied and bowed to one another, both their eyes filling with slight sympathy and hurt but decided to leave the conversation at that.

He went off, leaving the father and daughter to themselves.

Ricardo took his daughter into his arms, expertly swaying her and enjoying the slower music that played. He began to hum to the songs, and Victoria found this endearing as she could remember how he often sung her to sleep when she was all but a babe. It had been a long time since any of that had occurred.

"What?" Ricardo eyed his young daughter, raising a brow as she bit her lip from smiling.

"Nothing—it's just I haven't heard you sing in years. It's nice to hear it again." She responded, sweetly answering her father.

"Well, I have much to sing for; my darling daughter is to bed wed to the Warden of the North soon," he began detailing and Victoria had to swallow the lump that rose in her throat when she thought of Robb but decided not to say anything over it and allow her father to continue. "My friends are here again, we are enjoying ourselves at this lovely feast, and the king has offered me a position at court."

Victoria's interest peak at the end, finding that she even stopped dancing to look at her father, "what? A position? In Kings Landing."

Ricardo sighed, nodding his head and once more commencing to dance with her head in his chest. "Yes my winter sun, I've been asked by the King to be the diplomatic party of Dorne in Kingslanding, Lord Stark has been asked to be the new Hand."

"But father, we've just gotten back to the North and I'll be wed in a year. You cannot leave me like this." Victoria almost felt like tears wanted to she'd yet she kept her voice steady.

"Victoria, my sweet, you know as well as I do that our days together have been numbered for a long time. I will come back as often as I can and I will be here to walk you to the Godswood, Ned and I both will be here." He assured his daughter, pulling her face up so she could see how sincere he was. "You will be Lady of Winterfell in a years time, it is time you grow used too this being your home without me."

"Father you are my home." She whispered, her voice threatening to shake as the sob wished to escape. She wished for nothing more then to spend more of her time with him. Ricardo Valiente was more then just a father, he was and always would be the sheer force that pushed her to be good in this world. Her heart ached at the sheer thought that he would no longer be a few strides away.

Ricardo's facial expression softened, "I know my sun, but you cannot say no to a king and I will be back. You will see more often then not and one day your children will rule our lands."

He kissed her hairline and they danced softly afterwards, Victoria holding onto his embrace for as long as she could.

Their dance came to an end as yet another wished to dance, this time it was the Kingslayer, Jamie Lannister.

"Pardon, my Lord, but I was hoping to dance with your daughter." Jamie Lannister was formal as ever, his tone strong and courageous.

Victoria looked to see her father's expression slightly harden but otherwise friendly as he turned to his daughter, "Victoria what do you say?"

She curtsied, pulling at the lapels of her dress, "it would be an honor Ser Jamie."

"I'll leave you to it then," the lord nodded and turned back towards where King Robert had a wench in his lap and the rest of the men laughed.

Victoria turned and awaited the Kingsguard as he stepped forward, his armor clattering loudly and the gold shining brightly under the lights of the Great Hall.

He placed a hand on her hip and she his shoulder, conjoining their other two they began to sway. The music was a lot faster, but Jamie kept up with ease and turned them in different directions, moving around the ballroom like wind.

"I believe we haven't had the pleasure yet Lady Valiente," Jamie was the first to speak.

Victoria swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, having searched the room for Robb or Theon, anyone really who could save her from what she could only imagine was about to grow into hostility.

"Well it has been a full day hasn't it," she hummed along.

"So you're to be the new Lady Stark? The Lady of Winterfell," his posh accent rolled with her new title, and she realized his voice sounded amused, but not in the good way. "Married to Robb Stark, the young wolf."

"Aye, Ser Jamie," she nodded her head. She didn't like that he had referenced to her betrothed in anything other then the formal way. It sounded like he thought it all a joke. "Lord Stark has been very kind and I am more then delighted to be his new wife and Lady."

"Hmm," he hummed along, going from looking at her young face to the crowd around them. He was considerably taller then her which is why it was easy to look over her head and find his sister Cersei's eyes narrowed in his direction. She didn't like what he was doing, not one bit, but there was no way of stopping him. The Lannister lion turned his attention to the Panther before him, his eyebrow arched and his lips pulled into a mischievous smile.

Victoria was struggling to contain her composure, she swallowed the vile words that threatened to spill and questioned, "may I ask what that face is for?"

Jamie looked down, Lannister green eyes were like monsters circling their prey. "Oh my dear Lady, may we speak freely? Between the two of us?"

She knew this was a trick play, that whatever words that came next would do more harm then good but if she was honest with herself she was more then intrigued. Jamie Lannister wanted to play games and games she shall play. So she stood a little straighter, and smiled her grand scheming smile that let the Lannister lion know that the games were definitely on. "We may, go on."

"Look Victoria, it's not that I don't like your soon to be husband but well—it just doesn't seem like you and him will work out." Jamie was blunt and brutal, leaving nothing back.

Victoria was a little stunned at this, she thought he would say some cruel things about Robb but certainly nothing of this angle and despite the gentle anger that paraded in her she still wanted to know more. "And why is that?"

Jamie suddenly gave her a turn, one she was not prepared for but ready to handle as her dress flared and she managed to keep her balance.

When she came back into the fold of his arms Jamie stared at her intently, with a look of fire he was ready to bolt at her and so were his first words, "the young wolf is not prepared to handle a panther in her prime. You are a lioness dear, Robb Stark could never handle a lioness."

Victoria was almost shocked to hear his words, in complete disarray at the sheer honesty. She admitted that his words sent millions of thoughts in her head, and as much as she hated it the core of her being rotted with the idea given their previous thoughts.

Still, she couldn't show it, not to Lannister filth. " Jamie are you—"

"No," he laughed softly as if already having guessed her idea. "Forgive me Victoria, you are indeed a rare beauty in the northern lands but you are not my type and I am loyal to the Kingsguard. I meant it as an observation, I overheard your little spat with him."

"You were eavesdropping," she countered, suddenly feeling like this dance was becoming too close for comfort.

"Well yes," he admitted. "Mainly by your faces, I could tell the young wolf wasn't exactly enthusiastic with your words and I could also tell you were dominating. An odd combo given he is the lord but I suppose that's what happens when you pair a Panther with a Wolf."

"You don't think we will get married." She coolly stated.

He flexed his jaw, mulling over the idea, "no, in fact I think he'll run with his tail tucked between his legs and you'll be left to boil in rage."

"You're wrong," she firmly stated and took lead of the dance, sending them back and into a gentle twirl that Jamie was able to keep up with. "Robb will marry me, he will be my Lord and I will be his Lady. He is a man, a strong one who will do his duty as will I."

Jamie suddenly pressed her closer, to give his last words before the dance was up. "Perhaps I am, and given time I will be back here dancing with you again and hearing you boast over your marriage. For your sake and mine I hope I'm not."

"For your sake I hope I'm in a forgiving nature given a year because this wedding will happen Ser Jamie. My name means victory, and I intend to honor it." She spat back with the fiercest of voice for only his ears.

Jamie sent her a parting glance just as the song finished and they patted. They clapped their hands and smiled at the band. Victoria glared at Jamie Lannister's smirk, feeling like she had not done quite enough to show him who would win.

She turned to the Queen, knowing that she was behind all of this. She curtsied, showing off her elegant dress and the twists in her hair, "your grace, I bid you a fair night and hope you will attend my wedding to Lord Stark soon enough."

If the Queen wished to answer she cared not to know, turning around and grasping the nearest bottle of wine she found. Her father had brought them from Dorne specifically for Winterfell and the Starks but tonight she needed it more.

Robb had disappeared from the Great Hall along with Theon, her father was nowhere to be seen which meant there was only one person she could turn too.

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So like Jamie wyd????
Btw if anyone was wondering
Claire Holt as Elaine Snow