You are the eldest daughter of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister, and like your brothers you were born with golden hair and emerald green eyes, and you are considered to be one of the most beautiful women in Westeros.

Lord Jon Arryn recently died, and your father, in search of a Hand of the King, traveled with almost all of his court and family to Winterfell, so that he could name his old friend Eddard Stark as his Hand of the King.

Upon arriving at Winterfell, Eddard Stark welcomed the Baratheons and Lannisters with a warm embrace. Robert Baratheon, boisterous as ever, patted Ned on the shoulder. As the families greeted each other, Robb Stark couldn't help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye, realizing that the rumors about your beauty were true.

That night, the great hall echoed with laughter and chatter as the servants began to serve the meal. Robb wass sitting a table away from you, and couldn't help but stare at you.