After the feast last night, Gwyn had curled herself up in her bed and laid awake in thought. They'd invited their family to the meal, and it seemed as if they were all entirely southron, and it seemed like the only one out of them that her father liked was Aunt Lilyanna, though he was very gracious and kingly to all their guests, Gwyn thought. She couldn't help but think that he, and their lady mother, would be happier in Winterfell with all their northern lords surrounding them instead of in the Red Keep with their closest family.
"Maybe in the Eyrie," Gwyn said. "That's where mother was raised, wasn't she? Did she like it there? I know father would be happy to have us back at Winterfell and in the north. I don't know if he'd be happy to send us to the Vale."