As the newly born Sophie Rentour watched as her small castle got torn down by the Targaryen's, her mother, Renee Rentour, holding her closely; wrapped her in a worn out blanket and put her into a wooden basket. As Renee approached her beautiful black horse she put the wooden basket safely holding her precious daughter on the horse and made sure that the basket could not loosen.

She gave her daughter a last kiss goodbye and let the horse travel to the House of the Starks' without getting caught. Smiling to herself knowing that her daughter is now safeshe didnt notice the soldier behind her, his sword towering over her.

"Why is your mother dead set on us getting pretty for the king?" Jon Snow, Eddard Stark's bastard son asked his half brother Robb as he was getting shaven.

"It's for the Queen." Theon smirked at the two. "I hear she's a secretive minx."

"I hear the prince is a right little prick." Robb muttered more to himself than anyone else.

"With all those Southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick."

As Robb stood up he motioned for Jon to take a seat, "Go on Robbie, sheer him good. He's never met a girl he likes better than his own hair."

"Oh but what about the Lady Sophia my lord." Theon teased the curly haired man.

"Oh yes, Jon here has always had a soft spot for Lady Sophia of the Rentour house." The pair laughed as Robb ruffled with his slicked curls and Jon sunk down in his seat desperately trying not to blush.

As the King was nearing the Stark household was awaiting his arrival, Sophia arrived just after Arya, making sure she wouldn't wonder off and get herself into mischief. Sophia excused herself from the Starks family's line and found herself standing next to Jonn, her close friend since she found herself at the Stark castle.

"Where were you?" Jonn smiled at the brunette girl beside him. He was so close to her he could of reached out for her hand but instead he found himself staring at her beauty.

"Following your sister, making sure she'd get here on time." She smiled at the man she secretly grew to love.

As the pair looked to the men and carriages coming into view, Jonn spotted something that made his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach.

As Prince Joffrey Baratheon came into view he spotted the long haired, tanned brunette looking down at the ground. He smirked to himself and at that point made her his target, he wanted her.

Jonn was not the only one who noticed this and his brother, Robb slightly turned around to look at his brother aggravated at the cocky prince.

As the King approached Eddard, everybody rose.

"Your grace." Ned said, no reply.

"You've got fat." The king finally said and soon the pair started laughing.

As the king made his way complimenting each of the Stark family members he saw a glimpse of the brunette beauty.

"And if it isn't the last remaining Rentour." At the sound of her name, Sophia's head rose and she came to meet the King's pudgy face.

"Your grace." She smiled whilst courtsing.

"You've turned into a beautiful young lady Lady Rentour."

"Thank you, your grace."

Soon after that, the King took Ned to the crypt. The pair were walking down the crypt whilst talking about his former hand of the king.

"I see my son took a great liking to the remainder of the Rentour's. With your permission being her guardian, they shall marry." The King said stopping infront of Eddard's dead sisters statue.

"With all due respect my grace, but Sophia is not my daughter to give you permission to marry. It is not up to me my grace."

"You're right, it is unrespectful for our dear friend Henrieth Rentour. My son shall marry your daughter Sansa, she certaintly couldn't keep her eyes off of him." And with that the King walked off.

Sophia looked on as the Northerns and Southerners partied well into the night, she could feel someones eyes bore into the back of her head. As she turned around, he chocolate hair framing her perfect face her eyes met the golden haired prince. She quickly turned away feeling slightly awkward, she once again looked to him and again saw him staring at her thoroughly still. But this time the look he gave her screamed lust.

"If you excuse me, I think I'm going to go to sleep." She muttered to Robb, quickly evacuating the dinning hall and rushing towards her room.

But on the way there, she saw a dark haired handsome man, she recognized as Jonn talking to another.

"Youre always welcome on the wall." The older man, she now recognized as Eddard's brother.

"So take me with you." Jonn said. Sophia felt her heart tighten as she learnt the man she loved wanted to go to the wall. Somewhere people cannot marry, father children or leave.

"You don't understand what you'll be giving up, we have no families."

"I don't care about that!"

"You might if you knew what it meant. Besides I see you've taken a liking to a certain person anyway." And with that Jonn's uncle walked away. Sophia felt her heart tighten and silent tears fell down her tanned face. Jonn, the man she had a small crush on since they were toddlers, had been known to like someone. And of course she thought it wasn't her. She never thought anything upon herself to think she was pretty, when people said she was she always denied it in her head and told herself otherwise. So why would someone as perfect as Jonn Snow like her anyway? He was Lord Stark's son. She was an orphan from a once great name.

She was a nobody. She silently walked on towards her room, where she cried herself to sleep.