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Reed awoke to the sound of steel on steel clanging outside his window. He slowly got out of bed and made his way to look out. There, down below the Wards' tower, the tournament ground was nearly complete, and knights were already practicing. The past five days had been nothing but arriving knights, and preparing for the tourney. The day of arrival had been the only day of rest the Wards had truly had. The others had been spent greeting arriving lords and ladies, and being taught by the Grand Maester. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that the next few days would be spent watching everybody hit each other. While Reed wouldn't be participating, he did look forward to watching the event.

He dressed himself, putting on clothes that fit the warmer climate of the south, but still showed his roots as Stark. His overcoat was grey, and adorned with white embroidering, with a direwolf pin near his heart. He stepped out of his room and into the common room, where it appeared he was the first to enter. He strode out into the private garden, where he was quickly greeted by Winter, who seemed to have been waiting just for him.

Grinning, he petted the direwolf, receiving a lick on his face for his efforts. He'd been worried about how she'd handle being out in the garden but it was plenty big enough for her, and she seemed to have adapted to the climate well enough. After spending sufficient time with his pet, he went back inside. He took a seat at the table, which was now adorned with all manners of food, and waited for the others. It was rude to begin eating before everyone was at the table after all.