You are the eldest Stark daughter, who was now to be married to Petyr Baelish by order of King Joffrey, who wanted to mock you, and for his own personal gain.

Walking down the path where you were to be led to the groom, you took Joffrey's arm, slowly walking down the aisle.

"You look stunning." Baelish whispered as Joffrey handed you to him. He carefully took your small hand in his, wanting to look into your eyes.