Jeyne Pool

The steward's maiden daughter was still flushed from her dance with the young king. Just to feel those strong steady hands on her waist, being so close with her face to his... She felt butterflies in her tummy just thinking about it. If her Lady had felt the same way? She considered going back to her table to giggle with Lady Sansa about their dance with the handsome Dragon, but decided that she was too excited to sit down. Instead she elected to take a walk outside the hall to cool down her visibly red face. To have danced with the King himself was an honor she could brag about to any girl she'd ever met.

She walked the inner battlements of Winterfell with a wine goblet in hand that she had grabbed before walking out. It tasted far better then the ale that where usually served at feasts in the North. The heavy southern wine had been a present by the King. Her father had told her that it was a very old vintage, that could be weight in silver. That the sweet beverage was much better then the usual could be seen, since even the highborn lady had there fair share on drinking this night. The king's aunt herself had emptied cup after cup while joking with her nephew and discussing ancient history with Maester Luwin. Whats good for a princess must be good indeed. Jeyne thought and swallowed the rest of the goblet's contents.

She was not the only one on the inner walls taking a break from the high feast. Many ladies and even some serving girls enjoyed the pristine view from the walls and the quiet corners of the vast castle complex. She heard giggles from a dark alcove below. Apparently someone was... kissing down there. Her face reddened. That was so totally improper...

She leaned slightly over the granulation to see what unproper girl was falling for some hot blooded lad.