The last fortnight had passed by as quickly as the landscape below her. The maester had permitted more strenuous activity like dragon-riding only three days ago. With the help of Myrcella and Sansa, her maiden cloak was finally completed four days ago. The kind red-haired princess had not only provided the best fabrics Winterfell had to offer, but helped them greatly with the embroidery. Everything was ready for the wedding tonight aside from one last detail. She had no living father, uncles, or brother to give her away.