Summary: Torrhen Stark is Robb Stark's twin sister and eldest daughter of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark. After living in relative peace in Winterfell with her family, the King and his court arrive with life-changing news for the North with three requests. Lord Eddard is to become Hand of the King, Sansa Stark is to marry the king's eldest son - Prince Joffery, and Torrhen herself is asked to marry the infamous kingslaying Jaime Lannister. Both are upset, and unhappy at being betrothed to each other. Yet, neither are willing to object to the wishes of those who put themselves in the positions they currently find themselves in. Jaime, instead, chooses to make a game out of his situation, where Torrhen is trying to learn the ways of ladies in the South. However, as the events of Game of Thrones unfolds, as does the complications of a Stark being betrothed to a Lannister.

Dawn broke over the castle of Winterfell. The mellow orange sunrise slowly tiding over the remnants of another late summer night. A faint breeze caressing the land of the north around the castle of the ancient House Stark. A thin layer of snow covered the land, glistening in the early morning light. Quiet murmurs of the people living in the north getting up and starting their day of work. In the early dawn, Winterfell was a perfectly peaceful picturesque.

In the castle of Winterfell, Torrhen Stark bolted upright in her bed with her breath coming out in short gasps. Torrhen's heartbeat hammered rapidly inside her chest as she shook violently. The heat from her dreams smothered her and unexplainable fear crippled her, leaving her unable to do anything but shake in the aftermath of the nightmare. It was rare to have such scary dreams like that. In fact, she couldn't remember the last night terror she had.

In a moment of sudden inspiration, Torrhen threw herself from her bed and fumbled over to the window and flung it open, letting in the cold morning air. Hanging her head out the window, she took deep breaths, filling her lungs with the frosty air of a late summer northern morning. She willed herself to forget the dream, and to focus on her surroundings. Looking out toward the rising sun, Torrhen gazes upon Winterfell, her home. The cold breeze and the layer of snow covering the grounds visibly calmed her down. The smell of the cold frost in the air coupled with the smoke from the fires in the homes of the people of Winterfell filled her lungs and brought a soft smile to her face. To her, it was the smell of safety, and happiness, and her home. The cold air against her flushed skin helped to relieve her of the nightmare as well. Spotting the stables, Torrhen decided to take an early morning ride. She wasted no time throwing on a dress, a cloak and running down to the stables.

Torrhen thundered out of the stables, riding on her soft brown horse that was gifted to her by her lord father Eddard Stark. The cold air bit at the skin on her face as it rushed past her, flying through her hair. She couldn't help the grin made turned the corners of her face. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest again, but instead for the excitement that pulsed in her veins. The fear that she woke up with melted away as she rode through Hunters Gate and into the wolfswood. The freedom of riding around in the wolfswood in the early morning on horseback calmed Torrhen. She rode until she felt far enough away from her chamber in the castle, far enough away from that dreadful nightmare of heat, and fear, and the shadow of death. When she stopped, she stayed still, just breathing and listening to the sounds of the forest, enjoying the cool wind that swirled around her. She let the calm cold of the north surround her, and to flow through her, cleansing her of the nightmare. It was only a dream, it wasn't real.

Eventually, she headed back to Winterfell. By the time she got back, the sun was fully in the sky and she knew that her absence at this early in the morning would be noted. Taking the horse back to the stables and passing it to the stable boy Hodor, who was taller than any man she knew but was a simpleton. Damaged, the only speech he was ever capable of was speaking his name, over and over again. He was terribly sweet, and extremely obedient, so the entire of Winterfell never bothered him. Torrhen then made her way to the Great Hall, where she knew her family was breaking their fasts. She decided to forget about the dream, knowing it was just that; a dream. Instead focussed on a bright day ahead of her, filled with bickering siblings, praying in the Godswood and lessons with both her mother and father.

Pushing open the giant oak doors, Torrhen strode into the Great Hall with a bright smile on her face. "Good morn, dear family," she announced, striding up to the table where her family sat.

"And where have you been this morn?" Her auburn haired mother, Catelyn Stark, asked from her seat beside her lord husband, Eddard Stark.

Torrhen's mouth stretched into a brilliant smile. To her father's left, she saw her twin brother Robb Stark smirk and shake his head at her affectionately, as if knowing her mischevious plan."I went for a ride out in the wolfswood," she answered innocently, sitting between her younger siblings Sansa and Rickon and picking food out of the selection in front of her.

Her mother still held a disapproving look. "So early this morning? And by yourself?"

Torrhen shrugged. "No one else was awake."

"So why were you?"

Again, Torrhen shrugged and filled her mouth with food. Her mother impressively help her disapproving look, though Torrhen was used to that. There was silence upon their table, each Stark child eating quietly as their mother scolded their eldest sister. Torrhen couldn't meet her mothers stare, and instead met her fathers hard gaze. His stone grey eyes meeting her stormy grey ones. Her rebellious mood dwindled as her lord father stared long and hard at her. And eventually she looked away from her father, meeting her mother's Tully blue eyes instead.

"I apologise mother but I had a bad dream and thought that an early morning ride would help clear my head. I will not do it again," Torrhen apologised sincerely.

She looked up to her lady mother whose face had softened at her apology, but still a mask of seriousness. "That is all I ask," her mother agreed.

"What was your dream about?" Torrhen's twin brother Robb asked.

Torrhen hesitated. She had no recollection of what her dream was about. There was no images that she could recall, only crippling fear and overbearing heat. "I don't remember. I only know that I was terrified when I woke up."

"Old Nan says that when we have dreams that we don't remember, its because the gods sent the dream to the wrong person so they make us forget." Bran said.

"Old Nan tells too many stories," Ned Stark observed.

"Didn't Old Nan tell you stories when you were a child, father?" Sansa asked innocently.

All the Stark children stared at their father expectantly. They had grown up to Old Nan's stories about dazzling knights, the long winters, and the terrifying Others. Old Nan had been around longer than anyone in Winterfell, and wasn't likely to die any time soon. She had a story for everything, and whenever any of the Stark children were sick or injured, Old Nan say dutifully by their side telling stories of the Aegon the Conqueror, or the old Kings of the North, and even the heroic tales of King Robert and his rebellion. The Stark loved Old Nan and her stories.

Their lord father chuckled. "Yes, she did. The same stories she told all of you, I'm sure."

"I don't think there is a person in Winterfell who hasn't heard Old Nan's stories," Torrhen joked. "Anyway, what are we doing today?"

"Bran has his archery lessons today. And you are to join your sisters today in their lessons," her father informed her pointedly.

"But I was apart of their lessons yesterday," Torrhen complained, much to Robb's amusement.

"If you want anyone to marry you, you need to be a proper lady Tori," her little sister Sansa counselled from beside Torrhen.

"No one would want to marry me, sweet sister, because they'll all want to marry you."

Sansa giggled at her older sisters compliment, and their lady mother smiled affectionately at them. "And they'd all be too scared of Tori to actually marry her," Robb teased from across the table.

The Stark children erupted in laughter. Even their parents were smiling at their eldest son's joke. Torrhen glared at her twin brother, with the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smile as he laughed at his joke. Picking up a piece of bread, she tossed it at Robb's head, who laughed and ducked out of the way.

The rest of the meal passed smoothly, each of the Stark children waiting for the parents to finish before they could leave their meal and continue with their day. Their lord father let them go before he finished his meal, growing weary of the bickering of Torrhen's younger siblings, especially between Arya and Bran. The six Stark children left the Great Hall, as their parents watched affectionately, even with their Father's weariness of the bickering.

A/N: Well there is the first chapter. I hoped you liked it :) I do have big plans for Torrhen in the Game of Thrones universe, including the War of the Five Kings and all the events after, so stay tuned.