Darkness. That was all Nevaeh could see. However, as she began to come to her senses, she was able to hear the soft crackle of the fire and the quiet voices that were speaking quietly. "She will be just fine and will most likely be waking up in a moment or two. She had lost quite a bit of blood though, she will be weak for a day or two but other than that, good as new in no time. She was very lucky that the arrow didn;t do more damage."

"Thank you Measter. I shall ask for you if anything goes wrong." After the voice finished the sounds of a door opening and closing. There was some shuffling before a new voice spoke again.

"My lord, I am sorry this happened. It was my idea to take Nevaeh out hunting. I wasn't being careful and-" the original voice spoke up suddenly.

"Jon, you don't need to blame yourself. What you three did was irresponsible and reckless. Out of all the days to venture off, you three chose when the king was here. With that being said, she will be alright but for now, we shall leave her to rest." Nevah was now able to determine who the two voices were. Lord Stark and Jon. Jon sighed as Ned patted his shoulder and motioned to the door. Following his father's advice, he quickly left the room feeling worse about what happened as he took each step. Ned closed the door behind him and watched as Jon walked down the hall and out of sight. With heavy thoughts he made his way toward his chambers where his wife was waiting.

As soon as Ned had closed the door after he entered the room Cat stood from her seat by the fire. "How is she?" She asked, crossing the room toward him.

"She will be alright. Tomorrow, I have no doubt that she will be up and moving. Chasing the children around and making sure everything runs smoothly." Ned said calmly, kissing his wife's head before moving to get ready for bed. Catelyn sighed and followed him further into the room.

"You know, she would make a fine lady. She has learned quite a bit these last few years. Have you thought about a husband?" She asked, Ned sighed heavily at her words. He finished changing before sitting on their shared bed, he was used to Catelyn pushing for him to find Nevaeh a husband, though he didn't have the strength for the topic after the day he had but he knew that he could tell her almost everything.

"The king has proposed a match between Jamie Lannister and Nevaeh." he said as his wife took her place by his side.

"Have you agreed?" She asked softly. She knew her son had grown feelings for the girl, it was beyond obvious when they had danced at the feast and her heart ached for her boy, knowing the loving looks very well. Seeing as she had given those to her very first love.

"I told him I would consider, but seeing as our house will already be joined by our children, it isn't as important." It was quiet for a moment before Ned decided to speak again. "Robb has told me that he wishes for him and Nevaeh to marry. Jon as well." Cat couldn't help but scoff and shift away from him.

"Jon... if Robb would have to marry you and I both know that he would fight tooth and nail given the chance, not Jon and definitely not that Lannister. Robb is of age anyway, it is about time. He has turned down every other match we have made for him. He is in love with that girl Ned, you can tell by the looks he gives her. I've seen those before." Cat ranted.

"Jon holds strong feelings for her as well Cat. He told me that he loved her and the look on his face when he saw her bleeding and hurt. He and Robb feel the same for her. But I also have a loyalty to Robert. If he deems that Jamie Lannister is a good match, I have no choice but to agree." Cat. Once their conversation came to a close Cat swiftly fell asleep, leaving Ned to lay awake as thoughts ran laps around his mind.

Nevaeh opened her eyes once she had heard the door close and the voices moved further and further away. Looking around her room, she noticed that there was a fire raging in the fireplace directly across from her canopy bed. As she stared at the flames that danced within the small space, the memories of what had occurred filled her head. Nevaeh carefully made her way out of her bed, groaning in pain as she headed towards her fur coat that hung on the rack by her door. Without a second thought, she slowly made her way out of her room and down towards the training grounds already knowing that the man she was looking for would be spending his night there instead of sleeping. After leaning against the cold stone walls, to catch her breath and let the pain from her side subside slightly, she made her way down towards the grounds, Nevaeh thought back to what Arya had said. 'Could I really marry Robb? I mean, we have grown up together wouldn't that be strange. And what about Jon? I don't want to even get started thinking about Jamie Lannister' She thought with a sigh. Once Nevaeh made it into the training grounds, it didn't take long for her to locate him. However she was not prepared to see him continuously hit the training dummy until the training sword broke and he went at it with anything he could reach.

"Jon...? Jon stop!" She yelled quickly running over to try to prevent him from hurting himself. "Jon it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." She said quickly wrapping her arms around his waist to try to get him to stop moving. Jon stopped violently attacking the dummy as soon as he felt her hug him. Jon could tell by the tone of her voice that he frightened her with his behavior and that thought alone caused more tears to fall as his breathing became labored. Nevaeh didn't remove her arms as she made her way around him to face his chest. Jon slowly returned her hug and buried his face in her hair and let out a soft sob. After his talk with Ned, Jon came out here to take his anger and regret out on the training tools. The image of Nevaeh bleeding never left his mind as he continued to blame himself for what had happened. The thought of not being good enough kept surfacing and before he knew it, he had lost control of his emotions and let everything that he was holding back. Nevaeh leaned back slightly to see his face but when he tried to avoid looking at her, she simply placed her hands on both of his cheeks and wiped his tears away. "What troubles you so much Jon?" She asked softly, her eyes never leaving his. Jon glanced down at their feet before locking his gaze with his.

"I apologize for frightening you... My behavior this evening and earlier today..." His voice was soft as he trailed off, closing his eyes as the image appeared once again. Nevaeh sighed before she pulled him towards a haystack and sat both of them down.

"Jon, please do not worry about that. I am fine, it was just a small cut. It wasn't your fault and you didn't frighten me. I got worried and I didn't want you to hurt yourself." She said before glancing at his hands and gently ran her thumb right below his red knuckles. "Well, hurt yourself anymore than this. However, you did not answer my question. What troubles you so much?" She asked as she gently placed a hand on his cheek. Jon leaned into her touch and closed his eyes. Having her so close to him helped him relax without even meaning too. He let out a sigh and opened his eyes. as new tears started to form.

"I couldn't protect you. Seeing you unconscious and bleeding and knowing that it was my fault that I let you get hurt. I tried so hard to make sure you were safe but I couldn't get there fast enough. I was so worried that I- that we had lost you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He said, never looking away from her.

"Jon, there wasn't anything you could have done. You, Robb, and Theon were busy trying to protect yourselves and that is nothing to be ashamed of. But what hurts me more is seeing you like this, seeing you so frightened that you are shaking." She said gently, wiping away a lone tear from his face. She softly smiled, and looked down at their now intertwined hands before looking back up at him. "I will always be here for you Jon, I promise. No matter what may happen in our future." Jon smiled and let out a low chuckle and looked down at their hands and brought hers and kissed the back of her hand. A sudden chill blew through the grounds, causing Nevaeh to shiver slightly.

"Come, we must get you inside before you catch your death out here dressed like you are and you need your rest." Jon said as he stood and offered her his arm. Nevaeh's smile grew as she stood and let him lead her back up to her room. Once they got to her door, Nevaeh turned and stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.

"Good night Jon." She whispered with a happy smile.

"Good night my lady." Jon replied with warm cheeks. Nevaeh turned and made her way into her room. Jon let out a quiet sigh as he made his way down the hall.

Just as the sun was beginning to set, sending the sky into different shades of beauty, Nevaeh hummed softly as she made her way toward the library. Once she had woken up when the sun had risen, she had spent the morning sitting in the sewing circle with Sansa and her friends as well as the princess, then she made her way down to the yard to watch the men train and watch the children run around before she began to ache from standing too long and ther wound from the arrow the day before began to flare up. Once she made it to the large door she quickly let herself in as made her way toward the back of the room where a shelf held books covered in dust, excluding one that sat near the back of the middle shelf against the corner of the wall. It was a dark leather bound book about three inches wide. It's spine looked worn and in need of repair, however the title of the book was still legible. Nevaeh gently grabbed the book and with extra care she made her way out of the back of the room and toward the large windows that allowed the gloomy light of the day to shine through and sat in the chair closest to the window and peeled back the cover to the marked page.

History of Westeros

Part One: The Houses of Westeros

Chapter One: First Houses and Rulers

Hours passed but it only felt as if it had only been mere minutes, Nevaeh had been sucked into the tales of the great houses and the trails of history. Nevaeh had been so caught up in her reading that she failed to notice the opening and closing of the door or the footsteps that made their way further into the room. "So this is where the jewel of the north resides when she needs to escape."

"Lord Tyrion," Nevaeh said with a start once she looked up from the sound of his voice. Tyrion chuckled slightly as he made his way closer to her. "I apologize my lord, I didn't hear you come in. Is there something I can do for you? Find you a book perhaps?"

"No no, no need to trouble yourself. I was just looking for some quiet that's all. What has your mind so occupied my lady?" He asked as he took the chair in front of her own.

"Oh..I was just reading about the history of Westeros and it's houses. I thought that it would be fun to-"

"You thought you would be able to find where you came from." Tyrion interrupted. Nevaeh sat still for a moment and looked at him with surprise.

"How did you know?" She asked. Tyrion simply smirked and looked around for a quick second before responding.

"I heard about the lost child that Ned Stark took in. A girl found in the snow with no memory, nothing but the clothing she wore and a necklace with a symbol that only matches one house long since extinct. It's quite the story." He said as he poured himself some wine that was left on the small table next to his chair. Nevaeh watched him before looking down at her hands as he spoke again. "It isn't a terrible thing to want to know where you came from my lady. Wanting to belong somewhere only makes you human." Nevaeh looked back toward the small man with sympathy, knowing he was speaking for himself. They sat in silence for a short while, letting Tyrion's words sink in. "May I ask you something my lady?" Nevaeh nodded and gave Tyrion her full attention once again. Just as Tyrion was going to speak again, the heavy doors opened, grabbing the attention of the two occupants.

"Pardon my intrusion, but I was sent to escort Lady Nevaeh back to her room to prepare for dinner." Jon stated quietly. Tyrion nodded and Nevaeh stood and gave the usual curtsy to the small lord.

"Goodbye Lord Tyrion." Without another word, Nevaeh swept from the room and allowed Jon to escort her down the hall and to where her room was. It was silent for a few moments before either one broke it.

"What were you speaking to the imp about?" Jon asked in a quiet tone, his deep voice calming Nevaeh. She gave a small sigh before shrugging her shoulders.

"Nothing very interesting I assure you. Why are you escorting to my room? Is something happening?" She asked, glancing around the hall. Jon stayed silent for the rest of the walk to her room. Stopping just outside of the door, Jon turned to Nevaeh and gently grabbed her hands and kissed both of them. Jon met her eyes and let out a small breath.

"You are very beautiful, Nevaeh. Always remember that and do not let anyone tell you differently and no matter what..never change who you are." Nevaeh stared at him shocked. She had no idea where this was coming from or why Jon had looked so serious while he held her gaze. Slowly she nodded and tightened her grip on his hands.

"I will never forget it Jon. As I shall never forget you. Although you are scaring me just a little." She said, with a tight smile. Jon pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, savoring the warmth that she gave, the soft smell that wafted from her hair that smelt of winter roses. Pulling away Jon tried to give her one last small smile before he left, his shoulders pulled back tightly, Nevaeh stood watching his frame retreat. Opening her door she was quickly greeted by one of Lady Stark's handmaids.

"We better hurry my lady. The feast will begin shortly, and you cannot be late!" The young girl, Clara stated with a bright smile. Nevaeh tried to give her one in return but her mind was still occupied with Jon's behavior. Doing as she was told, Nevaeh quickly changed into a new gown that had laid on her bed. It was a deep ruby color and a very plunging neckline. With gold lace sewn around the bodice and down all the skirts. Once she was changed, Clara slipped on some ruby red slippers to match. The whole time Nevaeh tried to keep up as Clara droned on and on and on about something pertaining to the feast. Snapping out of her mind as she heard knocking upon her door and in walked Cately.

"Leave us." Catelyn ordered. Clara gave a nod and quickly left, leaving Catelyn to take her place as she began to brush through Nevaeh's hair. "You look stunning, red seems to agree with you."

"Thank you, my lady." Nevaeh gave a small smile. "Although I have to stay I much prefer the darker blues." She said, trying to keep her tone light. Catelyn smiled back in return, however it didn't last long as she went back to the slight frown and quiet demeanor. "Lady Stark, what's going on? Everyone seems so different today. Did something happen?" Setting the brush down on the vanity Catelyn began to run her fingers through the long strands and into a northern braid.

"Yes, tonight the king will be announcing your betrothal."