AN: I've never done anything like this before, so please, bare with me. This will be a mixture of the TV show as well as ASOIAF novels. (Some dialogue will be straight from the show)
Chapter One: Elayna's Arrival
Elayna looked around her in fascination. She'd never been to the north before, and everything intrigued her. The grey stone walls loomed over them all, and Elayna couldn't help but smile. It was so different to Kings Landing, with its wide open spaces and clean air. Plus, it was a new place to explore, and she couldn't wait to get started.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a light touch on her arm, making her jump slightly. "Forgive me, Princess Elayna. I didn't mean to startle you." Elayna smiled at the older woman and curtsied.
"Not at all Lady Catelyn. I was in a world of my own." Lady Catelyn smiled slightly as she looked around.
"It's not what you were expecting?" she asked. Elayna's smiled widened.
"It's so much more. I don't think I've ever seen this much open space before." Lady Catelyn nodded.
"I remember just how cramped Kings Landing can feel." Elayna looked around her once more. "I'll show you to your chambers, so you can rest after your long journey."
"I thank you, Lady Catelyn," they both started walking towards the Great Keep. She was about to close the door when something came running into the room and straight onto the bed. Elayna looked behind her in shock to see a white pup with red eyes, panting slightly as it tilted it's head to the side, curiosity all over its face. Then she heard the running footsteps.
"Jon Snow, get that Direwolf out of here." Lady Catelyn hissed. Elayna turned to see a boy, not much older than herself, the very image of Ned Stark. His cheeks were tinted pink, from the cold or embarrassment, Elayna couldn't tell. He mumbled an apology and called the Direwolf over. The wolf just looked at him as if he were stupid. Elayna chuckled as Jon walked into the room to try and coax the wolf out of the way, but he was having none of it.
"It's fine Jon." Elayna laughed, making him look at her. "If Ghost wants to stay, then he can. He seems quite content to me." Ghost barked in agreement, making Elayna giggle slightly. She turned back to Lady Catelyn. "It's fine, I promise. I'll be at the feast in the evening."
Lady Catelyn's jaw had locked, but she nodded all the same. "My son, Robb, will escort you." Elayna nodded and watched as Lady Catelyn practically stomped down the corridor. Elayna let out a sigh before turning back to face Jon.
"I really am sorry about this Princess." Jon sighed as he tried getting Ghost off the bed.
"I told you, it's fine," she said as she tentatively took a step closer to Ghost. "Can't I pet him?" she asked. Jon nodded, so Elayna slowly made her way towards the Direwolf. Ghosts' red eyes never left hers, and he tilted his head once more when she started scratching behind his ears.
"So, Lady Catelyn doesn't seem to like you very much." Elayna frowned, remembering how cold the older woman was towards him. Jon just shrugged.
"I'm the bastard of Winterfell," he mumbled. "I remind her was what father did." Elayna scoffed, making Jon look at her in confusion.
"It was his infidelity. He's the one that was in the wrong. You can't help where you came from Jon." she muttered, thinking of her uncle Tyrion. Jon just shrugged again.
"I should really go. You need to rest after the long journey you've had Princess." Elayna rolled her eyes, but let him walk to the door, Ghost following close behind.
"Thank you." she smiled at him before he left.
"What for?" he asked.
"Letting me pet Ghost." Ghosts tail wagged at the mention of his name, making the two of them laugh. "I'll see you at the feast." Jon frowned once more but didn't say anything before closing the door behind him.
Ghost followed him out into the courtyard where Robb and Theon were waiting. "Where have you been?" Robb asked.
"Trying to get Ghost away from the Princess." Robb's eyes went wide.
"You've spoken to her?" he asked and Jon nodded.
"Your mother wasn't too pleased." Robb groaned slightly and slapped Jon on the shoulder in comfort.
"I wouldn't mind getting between her legs." Jon heard Theon mutter. Without even thinking, Jon swung his arm at Theon, punching him in the face, and sending him to the ground.
"What was that for?" Theon grumbled as he scrambled to his feet, one hand cradling his jaw.
"That's no way to speak of a Princess," Robb answered for his brother. Theon started muttering under his breath as he walked away from the two of them. "Are you alright?" Robb asked, confusion clear in his voice. He'd never seen Jon like that before. Jon just nodded.
"I'm fine." He muttered. Robb sighed and grabbed his brother's arm, dragging him away from any prying eyes.
"What is it?" he asked once they were alone. Jon just shrugged. "Don't give me that. What happened, apart from my mother." Jon gave him a small smile.
"She's not what I thought she'd be." he mumbled.
"The Princess?" Robb asked as Jon nodded.
"She's different from the others," he admitted. "Ghost let her pet him," he added, and that told Robb everything he needed to know. Robb looked at his brother in surprise. As the Direwolves grew they seemed to take on their owner's personalities. Jon had always been wary around new people, and so what Ghost. For a complete stranger to pet him was something that just didn't happen.
"She thinks I'll be at the feast tonight," Jon added.
"And you will be." Robb answered, but Jon was shaking his head.
"Lady Catelyn's banned me. It would be rude to seat a bastard in the presence of the Royal family." Robb ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
"I'm sorry." he didn't know what else to say. He never liked the way his mother treated Jon, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"It's fine Robb." he gave his brother a small smile once more before walking away to him chambers. Robb didn't follow. He knew Jon needed the space. He sighed and went to his Lord father to see if there was anything he needed doing before the feast that night.
Elayna was just putting the finishing touches to her hair when she heard the knock on the door. "Come in!" she called, her eyes still on her reflection. She smiled when she saw the Tully resemblance in the boy who entered the room. "You must be Robb." he smiled and nodded.
"I am to escort you to the feast Princess." Elayna grimaced slightly at the formality, but she didn't know Robb well enough for anything else. She stood up, and straightened her dress before walking over to him. "Ready?" he asked. Elayna nodded.
"Ready as I'll ever be." she muttered. They linked arm and walked to the Great Hall in silence.
"There's something you should know." Robb whispered into the night. Elayna looked up at him as they continued walking. "Jon won't be at the feast." Elayna frowned slightly.
"May I ask why?" she asked. Robb gave her a sad smile.
"Mother didn't want to offend the Royal family." Elayna stopped in her tracks, making Robb turn back and look at her.
"And if I told her I'm offended that he's not there?" she asked as she slowly started walking again. Robb chuckled and smiled.
"I'm afraid her minds already been made up." Elayna huffed, as they got to the Great Hall.
"I'll just have to sneak out and find him then."
"You won't be allowed." Robb frowned.
"Challenge accepted." They both laughed.
"You will have to dance with me tonight, though Princess." Robb grinned.
"Call me Elayna, please. And I warn you, I'm a terrible dancer." Robb's grin grew.
"That does surprise me. What do you normally do then, Elayna, since you're a terrible dancer."
"Sword practice, archery, and horse riding."
"You sound like Arya, my youngest sister." Elayna smiled.
"Well, that's another Stark I'm going to get along with then." They both smiled.
"I hope you enjoy your stay here Princess." Robb muttered before they entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the top of the Hall. Elayna smiled and looked around her. For once, she felt like she belonged; that she was able to be herself. She almost called Winterfell her home, and she'd only been there an afternoon. She frowned, ever so slightly, as a thought hit her. She looked around at her family and saw the dour faces, telling her that they detested the north. She knew that she was different from her family, but the it had never been more apparent then it was now.
Elayna sighed and started talking to the auburn haired girl sat next to her. Her time in the North was going to be interesting, to say the least.
AN: I don't own the characters of GOT/ASOIAF. All rights to the proper people. Elayna is the only character I own. Also, it's rated M bc it's Game of Thrones, we need to be realistic here!