While the bounty had just begun elsewhere in the city, there was some activity underway within the courtyard of House Stark.
Bettie had a hard time sleeping for long as the unfamiliar surroundings kept pulling her from rest, and eventually she gave up trying.
She slid out of the plush bed and stared around the guest room. It still felt so surreal being here.
She glanced down at herself, now changed into the nightwear Valerie had provided. The long cream-colored robe hung elegantly from her shoulders,
She walked barefoot across the room toward the window, drawn by some restless curiosity. When she pulled the curtain aside and peered out, her window offered a clear view of the backside of the manor and large expanse of land.
Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed that right there in the yard below, was Ethan. He was doing pushups; sets and sets of them.
She narrowed her eyes, leaning closer to the glass and whispering to herself, "Why is he not sleeping?"
