The feast is about to begin in a few hours.King Robert has arrived to Winterfell,supposingly for his son's
*coughs* betrothal with 14 year old Sansa Stark,daughter of Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark of House Tully.In spite of her age,she is about to get married,which is very strange to you,but how couldn't it be.You are no lady "And I guess it's fine" you tell yourself and believe so.
It'd be rude not to go to the grand feast,as all citizens are invited to,and
you are aware of that.Your parents say that you should all go as a familly,just for a bit,to wish the Ladies and Lords what demands to be wished and by that,show some manners and leave.
"Come on,they won't even notice we aren't there!There's no point in dressing up for a feast we are practically not welcome."you say to your mother.
"Y/N,don't think like that.Lord Eddard has done so many sacrifices for us,for Winterfell,it would be a shame not to show up."she says as she cleans the wooden table with a wet cloth....