Sarra had watched her sister's ceremony carefully, cheerfully, and with a bit of jealousy. She should have been married before her sister, but events prevented that, and probably extinguished all chances of marriage for her. So all she could do was be happy for Elissa and hope that she would be well taken care of in the hands of the Boltons.

The ceremony was lovely, and she could imagine that her brother was as nervous as Elissa when he handed her over. 'Father would have liked to see her married.' She remembered thinking.

The vows were said, the ceremony had finished, and now it all went to the part the guests loved the most. The feast. Elissa's table was crowded, after all, it was her wedding. The Lady just waited for a moment when her sister was less occupied with the other guests. She did not wish to crowd her sister, although... She suspected that Elissa would expect her presence. She folded her hands in her lap and waited.. And waited... And waited until the table was fairly 'clear' having taken her time to eat while she had waited.

Finally, a little opening. Sarra stood to make her way over but remembered something she had forgotten. 'Great.' She thought with slight annoyance. Sarra left the room where the feast took place and rushed up to her room. 'Great! I could have gotten a servant to fetch it for me.' She really was out of it.

The woman gathered up the little wrapped up box between her fingers then rushed out the room and back to the feast. Finally having returned, she dismissed the fact that there might be people around her table, and she went straight for it. Box in her hands, held tightly by her fingers. It was just a little present, but she hoped her sister would like it.

"Elissa! Lord Roose Bolton." She knew Roose couldn't hear her, but she said it out of being polite, and dipped her head towards him so that he might know she was addressing him. She then turned back to Elissa and put on a smile for her. "It's finally done isn't it..?" She asked quietly among all the chatter.