The little lion and the young wolf.
Sansa woke to the sun shining brightly through the large window in her room, it felt so warm on her face as she rubbed her tired eyes.
"Come now, you need to get ready the Lannisters will be arriving soon!" the old maid told her, pulling here towards the small bath tub.
"Alright, alright I'll be down to break my fast as quickly as I can" She huffed throwing her sleeping gown over her head.
"Do you need any help m'lady?" She asked impatiently.
"No I will be fine on my own, perhaps you should check on my sister" she suggested, climbing into the bath.
"As you wish" She replied stepping out of the room and closing the door.
"Finally, I thought that old woman would never leave" she thought, irritated.
Sansa never cared for Winterfell, it was cold and dark and utterly colorless in her opinion. Sansa often caught herself dreaming of Kingslanding, she had heard many stories of it's beauty, it's colors, festivals and oh the warmth, she longed for that the most. To just once not have to wear a thick wool dress and stockings just to stave off the icy grip of her town.
Thought of wool made her itch, she hated that the most, it was horrid material and she would burn everything she had that was made from it if she could.
Sansa scrubbed her skin until it was pink and smooth again and then climbed out of the bath and wrapped in a dressing robe while she sat and brushed her long fire-red hair.
Before dressing Sansa stopped to study herself in the mirror, her hair hung down her back like a smooth cold fire, her eyes were almost grey in color but they shined like polished gems, she was also very tall for her age. Sansa smiled for a moment and then let her dressing robe puddle around her feet, she ran one hand over her taut pale stomach and for a split second wondered what she was look like plump with child but she quickly dismissed the thought before looking up at her breasts.
"They're getting bigger!" she thought excitedly.
"Soon they'll be even bigger then Rita's" she smirked.
Sansa then walked over to her wardrobe and selected her best woolen dress and stockings and dressed, her mother would be cross with her if she wasn't ready for their guests arrival soon.
Sansa remembered the Lannisters visiting once before, she was very small at the time and they seemed very large, King Robert especially with his large beard and even larger belly but he was always nice to her.
What she remember most about that visit though was Tyrion, he was the Queen's younger brother and the only one that didn't tower over her like a giant, she took a liking to him right away and that seemed to make him happy.
Tyrion would sit in the garden with her and read her stories of great dragons and the knights that slayed them, and he told her of the brightly colored flowers that grew wild in Kingslanding that he was sure she would like.
Sansa like Tyrion very much, he was one of the few people that didn't ignore her or tell her to go play some place when she asked questions, he even played dolls with her once.
Sansa giggled at the memory of the small man playing dolls with her, he seemed genuinely surprised when she asked him if he wanted to play with her.
The sound of her heavy door creaking snapped her back to reality.
"Lady Sansa are you still not ready?" the plump old maid asked clearly agitated.
"Nearly, I just need to braid my hair" she told her smiling sweetly and hoping she didn't see the foolish look on her face a moment ago.
"Here I'll braid it for you, it'll be faster" she huffed before grabbing a brush and getting to work on her hair.
Before long her hair had two small braids, one above each ear that joined at the back and was tied with a small silk ribbon.
"Hurry to the dining hall now, your family is anxiously waiting for you" she instructed, nudging her towards the door.
Sansa hurried down the smooth stone steps to the large main floor and into the dining hall, she could smell the food long before she reached the large doors that led into it.
"What kept you so long?" her mother asked sternly and gestured for someone to come closer.
"Sorry mother I was dressing and I suppose I lost track of time" she replied.
"Alright dear girl but promise me you won't be late this afternoon, we all need to be there waiting when the Lanisters arrive" She told her with another stern look.
"I promise mother" she replied happily before asking one of the kitchen girls for some bacon and a hard boiled egg.
The rest of the morning went by rather slowly and without any form of excitement, Sansa broke her fast and then left to practice her needle work and reading.
Before long she was being swept off to the city gates by her pushy maid and even pushier mother.
"Everything has to be perfect" she told her while they weaved through the crowds of people waiting to greet their guests.
"It will be darling" Ned replied with a laugh before setting off in the opposite direction to make preparations for their first meal together.
Sansa looked around her as they walked toward the gate, observing the buildings and the people selling goods and services in the market square.
"God even the people are colorless" she thought blandly to herself, not one bright dress or man in shiny armor.
Soon after they arrive at the gates they were pulled open to welcome the on coming guests into the city, there was so many of them, people carrying large sacks of wheat and sugar and others directing carts full of trunks or food.
The Lannisters came through the gates next, King Robert was first on a huge black horse (presumably needed to hold his growing weight), Queen Cersei was next followed by her eldest son Joffery and his two younger siblings she had never met, Jamie followed behind them drenched in silver armor with a large lion craved on his breastplate and trotting behind them all was Tyrion, the half man that made her heart race in her pale chest and made her smile ear to ear.
"He's here.. He's finally here" she thought happily, as she met his gaze for a quick second and caught herself blushing.