“Yer wasting even more of yer money.” The second farmer said as he easily used the workhorse and large plowshare to turn over a swath of dirt as he walked at a fast pace.

Why did he say that? Because unlike the first farm that already had a barn for animals, he didn't and I had to build him a small one to house the horse and to hold the equipment needed to keep it happy. On the plus side, his son helped by handing me pieces of wood when I asked and his daughter handed me nails.

“Oh, hush.” His wife said without any heat and watched with admiration as her husband turned over the dirt of the whole field in less time than it took her to do the small garden at the side of the house she used for smaller vegetables.

I did not miss her also admiring me as I worked, because her daughter was also giving me admiring looks. With all the knowledge I had, it was easy to construct a similar building to match the house. I only had to pick up a few things in town and transfigured them into what I needed, then filled the cart and drove the horse here to his farm.

“Yool be coming by ta visit more often, won't ya?” The daughter asked, hope in her voice. “Ta check on the horse?” She added with a light blush.

I had to chuckle and shook my head. “I have other things I need to do, then it'll be Lady Sansa's nameday and I'll be really busy. After that, it depends on if a Maester sent a letter or shows up.”

“He'd hafta put the hoofs ta the poor horse ta get here in only two weeks.” The farmer said and came to a stop. His wife handed him a wooden bucket and he scooped some water into his mouth, then he let the horse take a few laps out of it, too.

I didn't tell him why anyone would be coming to visit so quickly, since no one but Maester Luwin, Ned Stark, and myself knew about it here in Winterfell.

“If it's a raven, it'll be any day now.” The wife said, just as a raven flew across the sky at a speed that seemed a lot faster than its little wings should carry it. “Well, I'll be! There it is!”

The farmer laughed and patted the horse's side. “Aye, lad. You best be heading to the keep.”

“I'm almost done.” I said, truthfully. Since I had transfigured the pieces to easily fit together, all I had to do was hold the wood in place and nail it. I also fused the wood together on the ends, just in case, and made the structure a lot sturdier than a free-standing barn needed to be. I also set the corner posts down into the ground about a foot as well. The thing was not going to be moving for a very long time, if ever.

“I'd have called ya a liar if you told me this morning ya could raise a barn in only a few hours.” The farmer said and scratched the horse's ears. It neighed at him and playfully nipped at his hair. “Yea, yea, I git it. Stop teasing me fer it.”

The wife laughed and his daughter smiled warmly. The son had no more wood to hand me and he stared as I put the last one into place and his sister handed me the last few nails. I nailed it to the wall, completing the thing, and it looked like it had always been there on the farm and not just built.

“Now I can go.” I said and was pulled into a hug by the older girl. I patted her arm and she let out a sigh before she let me go. I gave her a smile and held a hand out to her, which made her blush.

“Go on, you.” She said and didn't let me take her hand to kiss it as if she was a lady.

That had her brother laugh and her father gave me a look, then he shrugged. I nodded at that and patted the boy's shoulder, went to the mother, and held my hand out to her. She let out a soft laugh and took my hand.

“Mother!” Her daughter gasped.

“Least he's bein' respectful.” The farmer said as I lightly touched my lips to her rough skin. “S'more than I can say about some folks.”

The wife, son, and daughter nodded at hearing that.

“Have a good day, all of you.” I said and waked over to the cart full of supplies and untied my horse from the back of it. He looked happy to finally be moving again and I used the cart as a step and hopped up into the saddle. I saluted the family and turned the horse around and kicked it into a fast trot. The horse needed to warm up to a full run and I let it pace itself.

While I rode back to Winterfell, I let my clairvoyance power out to play a little. Things were always foggy unless I concentrated, so I had to focus on who I wanted to peer at. Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort, sat in his office and looked murderous. I didn't want to touch his mind with telepathy, just in case, and only watched as he berated a young boy a little older than myself for butchering one of his prized hunting hounds.

I thought about leaving things like that, especially with several other people in the room, then decided now would be the perfect opportunity instead of waiting for them to make the trip to Sansa's nameday celebration and dealing with them then. I knew how sick and twisted Ramsay Snow would become later, because he took after his father a little too well.

I gave him several mental suggestions, adding to the boy's anger about being yelled at for something his father did as well, and I formed a dagger within the boy's sight and out of sight of everyone else. I didn't even have to prompt him before he lunged for the dagger, swiped it across the thigh of the soldier guarding him, and leapt over the desk to stab Roose Bolton right in the heart.

The other people in the room were frozen for a moment, then their own anger exploded and the boy was beaten to a bloody pulp and then brought out to the main courtyard and hung from the gallows there. It wasn't until after the boy was dead and his body grew cold that they realized their liege lord was dead.

Domeric Bolton had been a page in Barrowtown under his aunt for several years and had just been squired to Lord Horton Redfort in the Vale of Arryn. All those plans would have to be scrapped and the young man would need to be sent for immediately. House Bolton needed a new lord.

I let my clairvoyance power fade and sipped a headache potion to ease the headache before it started. The more actions I took through my visions, the more it hurt my head afterwards. That was fair, I supposed, considering the world I was currently in and how the local magic was weird and twisted by the practitioners here.

I made it to the keep with plenty of time to spare and the guards let me through. I made it back to the stables and the same stableboy waved me away when I offered to help him deal with the horse. His words about me not being late for the evening meal convinced me to go get washed up first. I ran to the main building and went inside to the bath room, only to pause at the door when I heard a soft singing voice.

I almost immediately recognized it as Jeyne Pool's and I was sure that she wasn't alone inside the room. I just had to decide if I wanted to make things better or worse for myself when it came to Sansa. A soft laugh came from my lips before I could stop it and I chose to let Fate take full control of what happened next.

I closed my eyes and entered the room, closed the door, and stripped off to leave myself as bare as the day I was born. Two gasps came from the large tub and my guess that both girls were inside, had been right. I turned around and kept my eyes closed, then I stepped into the tub.

Both girls looked shocked at me doing so, only they didn't say anything, because I had my eyes closed and in their eyes, I couldn't see that they were also there. I proceeded to wash myself well, giving them quite an extended view of my privates and my backside, and then I stepped out and dried off with a towel. I picked up my clothes, still with my eyes closed, and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, both girls started talking with hushed voices and I chuckled as I went to my room. I went to my closet and saw one of my outfits was missing. I smirked at that and cleaned the clothes in my hands and pressed them, then transfigured them into a more expensive looking outfit that would made me fit in with any high noble family in the kingdom's capital.

I was grateful for my knowledge of the show and the high quality of the costumes and visuals that the show runners had, because it gave me a great selection of what I could make myself look like without it being too outrageous or unbelievable. I left my room and that maid and another woman saw me and gasped.

I gave them a great smile and both blushed as I walked by and I went up the stairs to Arya's room. She was inside and looked angry, then she saw me and her face changed to a huge smile.

“You still have to dress up, just like I did.” I told her and she agreed. She didn't fuss as I made her look like Sansa looked when she was King Joffrey's betrothed in Kings Landing and she looked fantastic in the fancy red dress and high heel boots.

I brought out the huge burlap sack and shook it at her, letting her know I hadn't forgotten my promise. She laughed as she happily climbed inside and I hung her on my back, letting her hug my neck, and I cast a slight notice-me-not on her to only hide her from being obviously seen.

I left her room and saw Sansa and Jeyne scrambling down the hallway as they ran to Sansa's room to get ready. I heard Arya giggle by my ear and had to chuckle as well. The girls didn't have to rush and were only making themselves stressed out for no reason. They were six and seven, so there was some leeway for their behavior and any lateness could be easily explained away.

I went to the Great Hall and no one else was there. I was quite a bit early and Arya was happy about that, because I could sit in my usual spot and she would be pretty much hidden until someone drew attention to her. Gretchel peeked out through the servant door and saw me, smiled, and closed the door.

“It's going to be crowded soon.” I whispered and Arya's little arms dropped from around my neck to hug my sides. Surprisingly, no one approached me about the raven that had obviously been in a rush to arrive at Winterfell. Maybe it wasn't about me after all?

After a few minutes, a large group of young people entered the Great Hall through the servant's entrance and most of them came over to my table. I greeted them by name, making a few of the girls blush and the boys looked happy. I then reminded them that we wouldn't be allowed to speak again until Lord Stark started the meal.

The rest of the hall soon filled up with other people, apparently the evening meals becoming more popular since the last time, and Ned Stark was one of the last to enter the hall instead of being one of the first. He looked surprised that everyone was there before he was and he schooled his face as he went to the main table and sat behind it.

I made it a point to stand and bowed to him and let him see over my shoulder, so he would know where Arya was. Not long after that, a frantic Catelyn entered the Great Hall and rushed over to Ned. He didn't bother trying to lie about it and pointed at me and the sack on my back. Lady Catelyn looked scandalized about it; but, she couldn't confront me in front of everyone, not without embarrassing herself.

The old man Rickard Karstark gave me a knowing look and his youngest son Torrhen grinned at me. His thoughts were of his older brother Harrion doing something similar for him when he was younger, to ease his burden during formal occasions. I smiled back and nodded, letting him silently know I understood.

The meal didn't start right away, though. A small group of minstrels entered through the main doors and everyone looked over at the stringed instruments they carried, as well as a drum, a flute, and a trumpet. The set up in the far corner of the room and they played a very basic tune, like background music, and then every single person turned to look at me, even Ned.

“It's just a little something I arranged as thanks for tutoring my son.” Rickard said with a smirk.

“I'm not singing.” I said right away and he laughed.

“What else can you do, hmm?” The old man asked.

“More than you think.” I said and patted Arya's hands. She let me go and I unhooked the burlap sack, then nodded at the girl sitting next to my spot. “Load my plate up, will you? It'll be eaten.”

The burlap sack giggled and she knew what I meant.

“It will be done.” She said with a smile.

“Thank you.” I said and walked over to the small group of musicians. “Can you read music?”

Half of them shook their heads and the other half gave me curious looks.

I took out several sheets of music and gave them to the ones that could read it. I turned to the drummer and pointed to the harp player beside him that had a sheet. “Follow the changes she does and tap every one-two beat once, then on the one-two-three beat, tap your drum twice.”

“I can do that.” The man said and smiled at the harp player that he liked.

She smiled back at him and gave him a look that told him he'd be getting some later if he succeeded without screwing up. He looked determined now and that was perfect.

“What about me?” The trumpet player asked.

I glanced over the sheet music and thought about it. “How about a single breath, one long mournful breath through the trumpet, and then another. Follow the drummer's pace if you can't keep track.”

The man nodded and sat down on a chair.

“What will you be playing?” The violinist asked me.

“Something that will shock everyone, of course.” I said and walked over to the servant's entrance, paused as I created a violin, and transfigured it into 18 karat gold. I walked back inside and everyone gasped at what I carried. I went back over to the group and they stared at me like I was insane. “On two, we start the first bridge.”

The group waited for me to hold up a single finger, then I ran the golden bow I had across the taut strings and they joined in and sound of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony filled the room. Both the trumpeter and the drummer easily caught on to the best spots to play and it worked out well.

Needless to say, no one moved or ate anything as we played for the next nine minutes. It wasn't until we stopped playing that a collective breath was breathed in by everyone and then several contented sighs came from the older men and women.

“I'll leave the background music to you.” I said and flipped the pages over to show the softer notes and the longer play time. I went out the entrance briefly to store the fiddle and went back in and over to my seat. Arya had stayed inside the burlap sack and her little arms reached out of it for me. I chuckled as I sat down for her and she clung to me like she had the day before.

“Lad, you made an old man feel proud to know you.” Rickard said and the group around him nodded.

“Thank you, Lord Karstark.” I said and the girl next to me added more food to my plate. “Thank you as well.”

The girl blushed and everyone started eating. Arya's little hands pilfered my plate as she ate, too. The background music was calming and made the meal that much better. It didn't have the same magic pulse it did when I performed it, though. That was okay, since everyone would have sat there the entire time and not eaten. Missing meals was bad for you, especially in a world like this one.

I felt a delicate hand on my shoulder and turned from my conversation with Torrhen about the next training session to see Jeyne Pool's flushed face. “Can I help you, Miss Pool?”

Jeyne nodded and looked at the burlap sack on my back. “My lady's mother kindly requests the return of her youngest.”

That made a few of the kitchen workers and other apprentices laugh.

“Why is that funny?” Jeyne asked, genuinely confused.

“You think Jon's the one to makes Arya do things!” The blacksmith's apprentice said and kept laughing.

“He's under her power as much as her lord father is.” The girl beside me said, wisely.

Arya giggled and she plucked a piece of meat from my plate. The burlap sack moved as she ate it and Jeyne looked surprised I would let her act like that, especially in public.

“Well, it seems our fun has to end for now, little wolf.” I said and Arya made a disappointed sound. “I won't be able to visit you again until tomorrow when we break our fast.”

Arya sighed and pulled on the lip of the burlap sack and off of herself to let it fall around her. A few of the girls at the other tables gasped at her reveal, some of them not realizing she was there and the rest at what she wore.

She really did look like one of the noble ladies from Kings Landing and she wore it well. Her dark hair really brought out the dark red fabric and the gold accents made her look all the more regal. Jeyne offered her a hand and she took it to use it like a handle to pull herself up off of the bench seat with a grace that no one but myself knew she had.

“Hold.” Arya ordered before Jeyne could use the hand she held to pull the girl over towards the main table where the rest of her family sat. Jeyne froze automatically at the clear order and Arya grabbed my shirt and pulled me down to her level and she kissed my cheek.

Gasps came from all the girls, some from jealousy and some from the scandal. Arya just giggled and she led Jeyne back over to the table and sat her beside Sansa and sat on her other side.

“Where did you get that dress?” Sansa asked.

“Jon made it for me.” Arya said, truthfully. She looked at the small plate of food in front of her that she knew she had to eat properly, and let out a little sigh and daintily ate like she was supposed to.

Nearly all the eyes of every female turned to look at me and I deftly avoided them by asking Torrhen if he wanted to accompany me on a ride out the south gate tomorrow afternoon. He looked to his father and the man nodded and he motioned to two of their guards, whom would also go with us.

It would slow me down having extra people along; but, I wanted to see if there was any difference to how the lands were tended in that direction. I knew I shouldn't go alone, not when it was a little more dangerous down that way. I would have gone in the morning like usual, except the blacksmith finished refurbishing some of the soldier's equipment and I would help the apprentice deliver it in the morning.