Hey! So I had this idea, about writing a got fanfiction for some time now, but never got around actually doing it yet, since I didn't know what to write about, but I hope what I came up with is actually interesting.

Disclaimer: I don't own any GOT or ASOIAF characters.

Reviews are welcome,

Enjoy!

-Olikebo

Aemon

The North was really cold, but not for Aemon. He had northern blood in him, so the low temperatures never affected him that much. He also loved the snow, and despite King's Landing being his home, he always liked Winterfell better. His cousin Arya also had a big part in his liking for the North, Aemon always thought of her as his little sister rather than his cousin. His uncle Ned Stark also taught him much about honor, and he respected him just as much as he respected his father. His uncle Ned was the most honorable person Aemon knew, and he also told him much of his mother, Lyanna.

Aemon's mother died in Dorne , giving birth to him, and while no one blamed him for her death, Aemon still felt guilty about it often. After his father defeated Robert Baratheon at the Trident, he immediately rode to Dorne for her lady love. But by the time he arrived Lyanna was already dead, and then his Kingsguard presented Rhaegar with his new son, Aemon.

"It's beautiful" Aemon turned to see that it was his aunt Daenerys who interrupted his thoughts. He smiled at her, she was as gorgeous as ever, her long silver hair flowing flawlessly by her side.

"I told you it will be so, yet you never came North with me until now" he told her. She also grinned at him then. "I'm not here for you now either beloved nephew" she teased " I'm only here because my dear niece is getting married" she finished. Aemon frowned: "I almost forgot about that with the whole beauty of the North in front of us, ... but don't tell that to Rhaenys." Daenerys rode closer then. "I can't wait for the wedding Aem, it'll be so beautiful." She told him longingly, causing the young prince to lean closer and smile broadly. The princess leaned closer as well and they kissed softly. It was a slow and gentle kiss, but then it was suddenly interrupted by the whining of his horse. They broke apart and then they started laughing. "I love you Dany" he whispered, causing her to smile. She pulled on the reins than, and galloped away from the prince. "Come and catch me then" she shouted laughing as she rode down the small hill, with the black prince following closely behind.

Rhaenys

She was nervous, constantly fidgeting in the small carriage beside her mother. Elia tried to calm her, but it didn't help much. She was getting married, and the simple concept of marriage made her feel uneasy. While she had already met her betrothed before, that was nine years ago, when he was only seven and she was nine. Robb Stark was just a young boy then, but now he was a grown man, the heir to the North. Rhaenys's brother Aemon always spoke fondly of his cousin, he told her that he was honorable and really good with a sword, but the princess was still nervous about him. Hell, she will be married to a man she barely knows within 3 days how couldn't she be nervous.

When she told her mother this, she smiled at her daughter, and told her not to make any bad assumptions of her husband before even meeting him, for that would only do bad for their marriage. That calmed her a bit, but then her brother Aegon rode up to them and pulled the carriage window open.

"We will be reaching Winterfell within an hour, best get ready dear sister" he told the grinningly, and before she could reply, the silver prince was gone and her nervousness came back.

Robb

Arya was missing. Although he shouldn't be surprised, he thought. His baby sister always caused mischief, no matter where she went, or what was going on. Suddenly, the young lady appeared, but with a soldier's helmet on her head. The young lady with the oversized helmet made a funny sight, causing Robb and his friend Theon to laugh. Theon Greyjoy came to Winterfell after his father's failed rebellion as Lord Stark's ward. Lord Eddard contributed much to the war effort, which eventually made the King betroth his daughter to Lord Stark's son, to him. He stopped smiling as he remembered the cause of the royal visit, he would marry the princess in three days time. His mother took the helmet off of Arya, and then she stood beside Sansa, ready to meet the royal family.

The first guards who entered brought with them the Targaryen banner, which they held high. Afterwards came two knights, with long white cloaks, and swords at their side. The king entered then, and everyone in the courtyard fell to one knee. Rhaegar Targaryen might not have been as comely now, as he was in his youth, yet he still looked strong despite his many years. Behind him was the crown prince, whose hair was shorter than his father's, but they were still very similar, both showing a sense of authority about them. Next to the prince rode another knight with a white cloak, but this one had a great sword strapped to his back, revealing him to be Ser Arthur Dayne, Aegon's personal protector. Behind them was a familiar face, his cousin Aemon wore a wide smile as he looked upon his northern family. Robb met his eye and then nodded at his cousin, who also became one of his best friend during his yearly visits to the North. Next to Aemon was a beautiful young woman, riding on a white horse. She had long silver hair, and purple eyes, making her the King's sister, Daenerys Targaryen. After them came a carriage, which no doubt carried the queen and her daughter, his betrothed.

The King dismounted, and came forward to Lord Stark. He motioned with his hand to rise, and so they did, the courtyard slowly standing.

"Lord Stark." The King greeted formally.

"Your grace, welcome to Winterfell" His father answered him.

"Thank you for your hospitality my lord, and this must be your family" said the King, as he turned towards them. His father nodded.

"My lady, I am happy to meet you again"

"Thank you, your grace" his mother answered. The King then came to stand before him, and they locked eyes.

"You must be Robb Stark, my future good-son" said the king, smiling.

"An Honor, your grace" Robb replied.

"You have beautiful children Lord Stark" Said Rhaegar, who then went to the carriage and opened it. The queen came out first, the years were harsher on Elia Martell, than on the King, but she still possesed a motherly strength about her. Afterwards came Princess Rhaenys, his betrothed. The young woman had dark brown hair and copper skin, showing her Martell heritage, but her eyes were clearly Targaryen purple. She was beautiful, Robb thought, as he looked into her violet eyes. She met his gaze then, and to his surprise, she blushed deeply.

Aegon

"You have a beautiful home Lady Sansa, Winterfell is really quite special" said the crown prince to the young lady as she escorted him to his chambers. Sansa blushed at the prince's compliment, and then smiled.

"Thank you, my prince. I can show you around the keep later if you so desire" she said to him. The prince smiled as they continued walking.

"I would like that very much my lady, but I must insist you call me Aegon, since you will be my good-sister in three days time" replied the silver prince charmingly. As they walked the grey walls of Winterfell, Aegon realized, that the young lady was even prettier, than he first thought.

"Of course Aegon, but you must call me Sansa then" the young lady said slowly, causing the prince to smile at him again.

As they arrived at his chambers, they said polite goodbyes, and then the crown prince was left alone in his spacious rooms but not for long. A loud knock sounded on his door, and Aegon sighed. Before he could even move towards the entrance, and his friend Steffon Baratheon entered, grinning wildly.

"Your sister appears quite taken with the young Stark, don't you think so?" He asked as he made his way to Aegon's table, and poured both of them a glass of wine. Steffon was the first son of Stannis Baratheon, the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and Master of Ships, and as such, the young lord grew up in King's Landing alongside Aegon, who he formed a strong friendship with over the years.

"Altough I think she isn't the only one charmed by the Starks, now isn't she Egg?" Teased the young Stag. Aegon frowned at his friend, grabbing one of the cups and taking a long sip.

"Don't call me that" the prince replied after some time, causing Steffon to grin even wider. He picked up the other cup and drank it all in one go, placing back down on the table. Aegon smirked, as he remembered all the times the young lord got a bit too drunk, and how he, occasionally with the help of his brother Aemon, had to nurse Baratheon back to consciousness, before he did something dishonorable. The crown prince then looked out through his window, and could see Lord Robb and Prince Aemon already sparring in the courtyard. He then looked up to his friend, who was about to refill his cup, when he interrupted him.

"You want to spar?" He asked, than quickly teasing his friend; "Lord Baratheon?"