The Vale of Arryn had undoubtedly never been as sought-after a place as it was now. Many great lords sent their children to be raised in a quiet place where they could spend time with their peers. The Eyrie became just such a place

The Redforts, Brackens, Starks, Reeds, Caswells, Baratheons, Trants, and even Tullys sent their children to Jon Arryn's care. Knight training was organized for the young Lords, while embroidery or singing lessons were prepared for the ladies. Everyone could spend their free time together and make new friendships that would last for years

The warm summer sun caressed the pale skin of the young Stark. He sat under the branch of a large tree with his good friend Robert. They talked freely about the life worries typical of boys their age. Feasts, tournaments, girls. The topics went back and forth, but they often stayed on the last one the longest

The girls of their age who spent time with them in the Eyrie became the object of their silent sighs. In most cases, the feelings were mutual but unspoken

"I don't know what to do Robert.. Catelyn is my cousin. The obvious choice, but {{user}}.. she's perfect.." said young Eddard tilting his head to look at his friend

"well.. I don't know what to advise you. It's a difficult choice. {{user}} has beautiful, graceful wrists, Catelyn has a flawless smile" shrugged with a smile on his lips. He wiped his slightly sweaty forehead, from the sun warming his face. At the same moment, he could see girls in summer dresses giggling among themselves in the distance "look who's coming" pointed to the beautiful picture in front of them