Summary: Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon go to Orlando for a conference, bringing their families with them. The kids decide to go to Disney World, and Sansa is sure it will be a good way to repair her relationship with Joffrey.

Chapter 1

Sansa eagerly pressed her face closer to the window, watching for the road signs to confirm that they were getting closer to their destination. Her heart started beating faster and she smiled as a giant billboard with Mickey Mouse and the Cinderella castle whizzed by. This was going to be the perfect trip, she just knew it. How could anything bad happen in Disney World?

Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon were close business partners, and the firms they worked for had decided to hold a conference in Orlando for a few days. After discussing things over with Catelyn, they decided to bring all the Stark children with them, so that they could have a family vacation and relax. Everyone was looking forward to the coming week, even the older boys. Once the tickets and hotel rooms were finalized, the Stark household had been buzzing with anticipation until the morning they finally loaded up the Escalade drove down the interstate.

When Robert had caught wind of Ned's plans, he had decided to bring his family along too. Arya had groaned and complained about this, stating that she could not be expected to hang out with them, but Sansa was quietly glad. It would give her some time to hang out with Joffrey, her boyfriend of almost a year. Their relationship had been…rocky recently. At first he had been so polite and affectionate, but lately he had grown almost cruel. Nothing she did seemed to please him, and he got angry whenever he wanted to be more physical and she refused, trying to explain that she didn't want to do any of that until she got married. He had called her horrible names and didn't speak to her for almost a week. She was sure he was breaking up with her, but then he sent flowers and called and said he was sorry.

But it never stayed that way. More often than not he was harsh and ridiculed her. His best friends, Meryn and Boros, were almost always around, and when they made fun of her, Joffrey laughed, never defending her or telling them to stop. Sansa wondered what she had done to make Joffrey treat her this way, and the longer it went on the more she became uneasy about it. So when Ned announced the Baratheons would be joining them, she was hopeful that she and Joffrey could have some alone time at the parks and rekindle whatever it was they had lost. Nothing was more romantic than Disney World, and Sansa day-dreamed about all the fun they would have, how she would make him smile and like her again. Perhaps he would even kiss her when the fireworks went off. Everything was going to be perfect, she just knew it.

The drive to Orlando took a few hours, but at last they pulled into the hotel they would be staying at for the week. Ned parked and they piled out, heading for the lobby to get their room before unloading the car. Her brothers were discussing what they wanted to do that night, and even Arya looked excited as they entered the bright and friendly lobby. Sansa place her hand on her sister's shoulder. "This is going to be so much fun, Arya," she said with a smile. Things had been disjointed with her sister since she started dating Joffrey, and Sansa really hoped this trip could help them be sisters again as well. Arya offered her a tentative smile back. "I hope so. Which park do you want to go to the most?" They discussed their options, as they all had park hopper tickets. "We should go to Hollywood Studios together!" Sansa exclaimed. Arya was surprised. "Really? You want to?" "Yes! I promise I'll ride anything you want," Sansa gushed, eager to make her sister believe she really did want sister time. "Well...ok," Arya answered, still looking surprised but pleased. "Aren't you going to be with Joffrey the whole time though?" She made a face. "Yea, but we can still do things too," Sansa said. "Just us?" Arya inquired suspiciously. "Just us," Sansa assured her.

It took a long time, but finally the Escalade was unpacked the suitcases were moved into their rooms. All the boys were sharing room, and Sansa and Arya had one for themselves. "Look, Sansa! The beds are huge!" Arya immediately climbed on top of one and jumped up and down, and Sansa rolled her eyes but laughed, tossing her things by the other bed. Her phone beeped, and she slid the screen open to see a text from Joffrey. They had just arrived at a hotel down the street, and he said his father wanted them all to meet at Downtown Disney for dinner later. Sansa went to her parents room to ask Ned. He didn't look too thrilled, but he said they could go and he would let Robert know. Excited, Sansa texted Joffrey back to confirm the details. Then she threw her bags open and rifled through them, trying to find something perfect to wear.


Downtown Disney was bustling as always, but parking wasn't too bad. Robert called to say they had reservations for the Rainforest Café, so the Starks headed in that direction. Though she had been there many times before, Sansa always loved this place. It was so fun at night, and it was like an appetizer before you reached the main course: the parks. The rich smell of chocolate poured from the Ghirardelli shop, and Catelyn had to hold tight to Rickon to keep him from running towards the plump woman handing out free chocolates.

They reached the café, and Sansa searched for Joffrey's blond head eagerly. She had chosen to wear a soft blue dress with a sweet-heart cut, as the night was warm, and left her hair down, curling in soft waves past her shoulders. Sansa had bought the dress for the trip, and she hoped Joffrey would like it as much as she did. "Ned!" Robert boomed, and the big man came forward to shake their father's hand and hug Catelyn. "We got seated early, so everyone is inside," he said and led them into the noisy restaurant. It was dark and filled with the sounds of the jungle, mixing with conversations and children crying. Robert led them to a large, lengthy table where the rest of the Baratheons were sitting. Cersei had placed herself at one end, sipping from a drink, and merely nodded in their direction. Tommen and Myrcella waved and smiled shyly, and Bran and Rickon were directed to sit next to them. Sansa felt rooted to the spot as ice traveled up her spine. Joffrey was seated near the other end of the table. One chair next to him was empty, and on his other side sat Meryn and Boros. She had not expected them to come, and her heart sank and she approached the seat next to Joff. He eyed her up and down. "You look good." "Thank you." She sat, and he turned back to a conversation with Meryn. Disappointment welled inside her, and Sansa bit her lip, looking down at the menu, and feeling that her appetite was gone. She glanced up and met a pair of dark grey eyes.

Across from them sat Sandor Clegane, the Baratheon's bodyguard who was normally ordered to watch Joffrey, also known as the Hound. He was giant of a man, heavily muscled and taller than anyone else Sansa knew. One side of his face had been scarred badly, and he wore his shoulder-length dark hair parted to the side, combed over the scars. He had a strong jaw and high cheekbones, sporting a beard that looked like a five o'clock shadow, and his eyebrows were pulled in small furrow. He looked as if this was the last place in the world he wanted to be, but Sansa though he always looked like that. There was something mocking and disapproving about him, and Sansa thought he might be a little handsome, in spite of the scars, if only he didn't scowl so much.

Sandor's grey eyes studied her for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Sansa wondered why he did that. Was it supposed to be a smile? Was he irritated? The man was definitely and enigma. Tearing her eyes away from his, she unfolded her menu and pretended to become very interested in the food selections. "What are you getting?" Joffrey suddenly asked her, leaning closer. "Um, I'm not sure. The chicken looks good," she answered softly. He only nodded in response and began tearing up the paper from a straw. "I didn't know your friends were coming," Sansa whispered to him. "Oh, I invited them," he said flippantly. "Is there something wrong with that?' he fixed her with his green eyes, narrowed. Sansa swallowed nervously. "N-no." Why did he make it sound like everything she said had a double-meaning? Sansa felt frustrated and lost, and now she was beginning to think she wouldn't get any time with Joffrey, not if Boros and Meryn were going to be with them.

The rest of the dinner passed with Sansa barely noticing. Joffrey practically ignored her, and she picked at her food, wishing she could go back to the hotel and hide under the covers of her bed. She pulled out her phone and texted her friend Jeyne, telling her the trip wasn't going well where Joffrey was concerned. When she put her phone back in her purse, Sansa noticed Sandor Clegane was staring at her again. He looked her over, glanced at her almost untouched plate of food, and frowned. Sansa had watched earlier as he had devoured an enormous burger complimented with a side of thickly cut fries. His grey eyes met her blue ones, and he nodded ever so slightly at her plate. Sansa was confused. What did he want? Did he want to know if he could eat her food? Surely he couldn't still be hungry…but he was a large man, and she knew nothing of his eating habits to begin with.

He gestured at her food again, and Sansa realized he was silently encouraging her to eat. Surprised and wary, she picked up her fork and poked at a piece of chicken, putting it in her mouth and chewing. It was actually pretty good, and she tried another bite, glancing at the Hound. He didn't frown at her, but his mouth twitched again as he reached for his glass. How strange that he should be the one to notice that something was bothering her; the others were all involved in their own conversations. It made Sansa feel somewhat uncomfortable, yet she felt a flicker of gratitude as well. Sandor was the only one who never made fun of her or laughed at Joffrey's friend's jokes. Whenever she was with Joffrey and Sandor was around, she felt oddly reassured. Her boyfriend never mistreated her when the Hound was there.

Dusk had fallen by the time they left the restaurant, and the kids all wanted to go different places. Robb and Jon agreed to take Bran and Rickon to the huge Lego store, and they began walking away. Arya glanced at Sansa and Joffrey, made a face, and ran after them, dodging between groups of people.

Joffrey took Sansa by the hand. "Let's go," he said lazily, and started pulling her along, Meryn and Boros on either side, while Sandor walked behind them. Sansa glanced over her shoulder at him. He was staring straight ahead, a bored expression on his face.

Joffrey led them toward Planet Hollywood, making loud and rude remarks the whole way about Disney and how lame this trip was going to be. Sansa's spirits couldn't possibly get any lower. He didn't even want to be here! And it certainly didn't sound like he wanted to have a romantic adventure with her. A lump settled in her throat, and Sansa's shoulders drooped. Her hand was starting hurt from Joffrey gripping it so hard, but every time she wiggled her fingers a bit he tightened his hand.

Most of the clubs were closed, and the only ones that were open admitted twenty-one year olds only. Joffrey pulled them to the side, and he and Meryn and Boros started discussing how they could try to sneak in. Sansa was shocked, and she glanced at the Hound. Surely he wouldn't let them try something like that? Sandor portrayed no opinion on the matter, his eyes simply roving the crowds around them.

Sansa decided she had had enough. The night had been miserable, and Joffrey was still being rude and insensitive. She wanted to go somewhere else and think until it was time to go back to the hotel. Quickly she thought of an excuse to give him. "Um, Joffrey?' she asked. His head whipped towards her. "What?" he asked, sounding annoyed. Sansa mustered her courage. "You guys go ahead. I think…I think I'll just walk around a bit, okay?" Meryn and Boros snickered at her, and Joffrey narrowed his eyes. "You're always such a kill-joy, Sansa. Fine, go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow." He finally let go of her hand, but gave her push away from them. Hurt, Sansa turned and started walking, hugging her arms to her chest. Why was nothing on this trip working out?

A/N: I still have Disney on the brain since my trip, and since no one else will write this fic, I am. No idea where it is going or how long it will be, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!