Leyanne sat on her pure white steed, dressed in a white dress lined with fur to keep her warm in the cold air. Her pale blonde hair hanged down her chest on both sides and it reached down to her ribs, she had kind and gentle eyes which possessed an emerald green color and they were looking around curiously as she and her guards made their way to Winterfell. She didn't look so old though, perhaps sixteen summers at most. Her pale skin was hidden by the fully covering dress and she had a hood attached which she had pulled up to cover her upper facial features, only her nose and mouth being visible from underneath it. She was nervous but that was rather understandable as she was being escorted to Winterfell to marry her husband, not one of her choice, but one that had been chosen for her as her family wanted to connect the bond. She was the youngest child in the Dayne family and even though she saw it as a huge honor to become the bride to the King of the North, she was still nervous as she had no idea what he was like, she had never even seen him before. Leyanne looked up once they arrived at Winterfell and they were instantly allowed entrance and once they were inside the walls, people had begun to gather slightly to get a look on their King's bride.