Have breakfast with her sister

The young Stark followed behind her sister to the main hall, trying to imitate the way Sansa walked in her beautiful dress. Guards and servants greeted them as they moved about the castle. Arya felt weird as they gawked at her attire. She wasn't entirely comfortable in using it either, but she had to admit that it was kind of cozy.

They finally arrived at the main hall. She saw the dining table, where the royal family and her own sat. Sansa scurried off, probably hoping to get a seat near Jeoffrey. Idiot, Arya called her sister inside her head. Every meal their family had, it was custom that the women of the house would sit to the left of her father and the men to the right. On that day's case, the king.

The girl was annoyed on how Sansa tried to bend the rules everytime it convened her. Then again, she had broken rules the night before. Thinking about it she searched for Bran. She saw Jon sitting on another table with Theon, he didn't look particularly lonely, but she could tell where he wanted to sit.

She finally found her younger brother making his way to his place next to Robb and the princes with Rickon. His eyes met hers and she quickly averted her gaze before blushing too much. She pretended to be more interested on her food and started eating the sausage.