She slowly walked past the open door with trepidation and carefully looked inside. Jon Stark was sitting behind his desk. Gods, his long hair looked so soft and curly, and the piercing purple eyes looked incredibly alluring. The scar across his eye only made his rugged face even more comely. Arianne realised she was ogling the King and quickly gathered her bearing. A young maiden sat on a smaller chair to Jon Stark's left. She had long black hair, clear blue eyes, a large, misshapen scar on her left cheek, and a bronze crown atop her head. The girl, no the stern-faced Queen, was truly a Baratheon and not an imposter as Nymeria had speculated before. Arianne's gaze wandered to the fireplace, where an enormous white direwolf had curled lazily. This one seemed even bigger and more dangerous than the grey beast the younger Princess had...