A Game of Thrones Fan-fiction

Author's Note:

This GoT fan-fiction is set in an Alternative Universe where Robert Baratheon has true-born children with his wife and queen, Cersei Lannister. For my story there are many changes. Some changes will become apparent as the story progresses, but for now I shall make some changes known right now, as well as some other important things for readers to know.

The White Walkers will not make an appearance in this story. For the purposes of this story they are still slumbering in the far northern reaches of the Lands of Always Winter. The White Walkers will not be a threat and it will be many decades/centuries before they return to Westeros.

Jon Snow is the son of Eddard Stark and Ashara Dayne, and is older than Robb by about two or three months. His true mother is known to the Starks and so there is no animosity towards Jon on Catlyn's part, but their relationship is more awkward aunt and nephew than mother and son (so basically Jon and Catlyn are a touch OOC in this story).

Daenerys Targaryen is the last of her House as her brother died before he could marry her off to Khal Drogo. Her whereabouts are unknown to everyone, but we will find out later on during the story what has become of her.

Jamie Lannister died at the end of Robert's Rebellion when he was attacked by Aerys Targaryen's soldiers after he shoved his sword into the Mad King's back and slit his throat. He was found dying by Ned Stark, and told him why he did what he did. Although Ned hated that Ser Jamie deprived him of his justice he has some respect for the man for doing what he did and telling him of the wildfire scattered beneath the city. This is why Robert's children are true-born.

The story starts twenty years after Robert's Rebellion, so character ages are different than in the show/books.

The list below will show some of the characters in this story, along with their titles and (where known) ages, starting off with House Baratheon of Kings Landing:

House Baratheon of Kings Landing

Robert Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhonyar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm (late 30's)

Cersei Baratheon nee Lannister, Queen of the Realm (late 30's)

Silas Baratheon, Crown Prince and Heir to the Iron Throne (19) (oc)

Cassana Baratheon, Princess of Kings Landing (17) (oc)

Joffrey Baratheon, Prince of Kings Landing (15)

Myrcella Baratheon, Princess of Kings Landing (13)

Tommen Baratheon, Prince of Kings Landing (11)

Ser Barristan Selmy, Lord Commander of the King's Guard (mid-to-late sixties)

Ser Lukas Storm, Sworn Shield of the Crown Prince (31) (oc)

House Stark of Winterfell

Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and Hand of the King (late 30's)

Catlyn Stark nee Tully, Lady of Winterfell (mid-to-late 30's)

Robb Stark, Heir to Winterfell (20)

Sansa Stark (16)

Arya Stark (14)

Brandon Stark (13)

Rickon Stark (9)

Jon Snow, Bastard of Winterfell (20)

Jory Cassel, Captain of the Household Guard (mid-to-late 30's)

And so we shall begin with the story. Other characters will be introduced as time goes on, some canon and some new. Quick disclaimer; I do not own 'A Song of Ice and Fire' or the TV series adaptation 'Game of Thrones', they are the property of GRRM and HBO.

Chapter One

Silas Baratheon

The road to Winterfell was long and cold. Silas sat atop his horse with a heavy cloak over his shoulders. The heir to the Iron Throne was riding alongside his father Robert Baratheon, the King of all of Westeros. Silas has been the Crown Prince since the day of his birth, but if his father had not rebelled against the Targaryens twenty years ago then he would instead be the future Lord of Storms End. His mother would have been different as well. His father was to marry Lady Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, the younger sister of Eddard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Robert's best friend. Silas has met the Warden of the North a few times. The first time he was eight, and he had travelled to the North as part of his education as suggested by old Jon Arryn, the late Hand of the King. He had lived in Winterfell for several months and had gotten on well with Lord Stark and his family. He was looking forward to meeting Robb and Jon, whom he had made good friends with during his time in Winterfell. Although he was excited to return after his last visit three years ago he was nervous. The royal trip to the North was not just to try and convince Lord Stark to become the new Hand, but to arrange marriages as well.

The journey had taken five weeks already, but was thankfully nearing its end. Silas knew that Winterfell was not that far away, but the closer they got the further it seemed. As they reached the top of a small hill Silas heard his father snort.

"We'd have been there by now if it weren't for your mother and her bloody wheelhouse," Robert Baratheon snarled, his voice full of impatience. "I've a mind to set the damn thing alight once we get there." Silas smirked at his father's words.

"You find the best spot, and I'll grab an axe or twelve," Silas japed. Robert looked at his son and began to laugh.

"We'll have plenty of kindling for the feast that Ned will surely throw for us," he laughed. Silas laughed alongside his father. As they laughed they heard a familiar voice singing behind them.

"Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls, and not a soul to hear," the voice sang, somewhat poorly. Silas turned to be greeted by the face of his younger brother Joffrey. Both brothers could barely stand one another. They were alike in terms of looks, as both boys shared the same Baratheon characteristics, namely the coal black hair and stormy blue eyes that their father had. But despite that they were very different. Joffrey was a bully and a coward, and preferred to hunt with a crossbow. He was also useless with any weapon that was for use in close combat. He also had his black hair long and curly, almost like a girl as Silas once told him. By comparison Silas always had his black hair cropped short like his Uncle Stannis. He was more of a true Baratheon as he used a long bow for hunting and could use any weapon in close combat, be it a spear, axe, mace or even hammer. But Silas always preferred to use the sword, which he was skilled with, being almost as good as Barristan the Bold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, who has trained Silas since he was old enough to carry a sword. Both also dressed differently as well. Silas wore his father's colours of black and gold, with a black crowned stag on yellow field embroidered on the doublet that he was currently wearing. Joffrey however wore their mother's colours of red and gold, the colours of House Lannister. This was one of many things that annoyed Silas as he felt that Joffrey was being disrespectful to their father's House.

"Afternoon Joff," Silas said through gritted teeth. The younger Baratheon had his trademark smirk on his face.

"Why good afternoon Silas," he said. "How are you today? A fine day thus far, isn't it?" Silas rolled his eyes as his brother spoke. Joffrey's whiny voice always annoyed him. He was about to answer when their father interrupted.

"Joffrey, be a good lad and go find your sisters," he said. "Tell them that I want them to ride up through Winterfell's gates when we arrive."

"I'm sure they wouldn't want to catch a cold father. It is rather chilly today," he replied. Silas clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to punch his younger brother's face in.

"That wasn't a suggestion boy," Robert snapped. "Go and find them, NOW!" Joffrey winced at his father's bellowing voice and turned his horse around, doing as his father commanded. "That boy really pisses me off," Robert said when Joffrey was out of ear shot.

"That makes two of us father," Silas said. "When we burn the wheelhouse, can I throw Joffrey onto the pile?" Robert looked at his eldest son with a hard look.

"And make kinslayers out of us?" he barked. Silas gave his father a toothy grin before he responded.

"I'm sure the gods would forgive us in regards to Joffrey," he said. After a few moments Robert's face broke into a wide smile. Father and son rode beside one another, laughing as they did.

An hour of riding had gone by when they had finally sighted Winterfell. Silas felt a sense of contentment when he laid eyes on the ancestral seat of House Stark. As the royal party neared the ancient castle Silas found himself joined by his sworn shield, Ser Lukas Storm. The knight has been Silas's companion for the last eleven years. He has travelled the Seven Kingdoms with him ever since he was assigned to him as his sworn shield. The man was a bastard of the Stormlands, whose father was a minor lord. Silas forgets who the man's father was, and Lukas himself does not care for him either.

"There it is my prince," Ser Lukas said as he brought his horse up alongside Silas's own horse. "How long has it been since we were last here?"

"Three years now," he responded. The two men sat atop of their horses, waiting for the rest of the royal party to arrive, as they had ridden ahead of them.

"Not as bleak as Joffrey makes it out to be," Cassana said from behind them. Silas turned around to look at his sister. Cassana Baratheon was two years younger than Silas, and was perhaps the most beautiful young lady that Silas had ever known, aside from their mother Cersei and young Sansa Stark. Beside her was the youngest girl, Myrcella. Both wore dresses of black and gold, proudly bearing the black crowned stag sigil of their father's house. They both also had long black hair and blue eyes. Myrcella had her curly black hair loose over her shoulders, while Cassana's own black hair was tied up into a braid more reminiscent of a northern lady's style than a southern lady's. How appropriate, Silas thought.

"Well we can never believe a word that Joffrey utters now, can we Cass?" Myrcella said as the girls rode closer to Silas. "Half of what come out of his mouth is utter shit anyway." Lukas stares wide-eyed at the younger princess while Silas raises an eye brow.

"And since when does a princess of the Seven Kingdoms speak in such a vulgar manner?" Silas asks with a mock stern voice that only makes Myrcella giggle. Cassana sniggers before she responds.

"Since the day mother pushed me out Silas," she said. Silas rolls his eyes at his sister's response. "That wasn't very princely now, was it?" Silas shrugs his shoulders in response to Cassana. As they talked their father rode up to them.

"Okay then, here's what's going to happen," he said drawing their attention. "Silas shall ride at the head of the party with Ser Lukas as always, as well as Sers Boros and Meryn. Joffrey will be at the rear of the party with The Hound, which is where the little runt is now." Silas and the girls laughed. "Myrcella, you shall ride behind your brother at the head, with Ser Arys beside you. Cassana, you'll be with me and the other three Kingsguard."

"Oh joy," Cassana replied with a little sarcasm in her voice.

"Careful now young lady," Robert said. "Or do you want to go home stuck in the carriage with your mother for company the whole trip?"

"Ugh, no thanks, I'd rather stay here," she said, prompting her father to bark out with laughter.

"Well, it's just as bloody well that you're marrying Ned's lad then," he roared. Silas cringed at his father's joyful proclamation. While Cassana and Robb had been betrothed for a couple of years now Silas was still a little bit uncomfortable with the idea of those two being together for the rest of their lives. He has regarded Robb as something of a brother, so it will take some getting used to the idea of him being a brother-by-law.

"When you're ready father," Silas said.

"What? Oh, yes of course," Robert muttered. "Right, let's get going then, shall we?"

Robb Stark

Robb and Silas laughed as they embraced each other in a brotherly hug. It was Robb's first time in King's Landing, and the first time he would meet the King, Robert Baratheon, his own father's best friend. Robb had travelled down with his brother Bran as well as Jory and a couple of dozen of his father's guardsmen. They had travelled along the King's Road for the better part of three weeks for the tourney being held in honour of Princess Cassana's fourteenth nameday. Upon arrival they had been met by Ser Lukas Storm, who Silas sent ahead to greet them to the capital. They were now stood inside the Red Keep, where Silas stood with Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

"It's good to see you Robb," Silas said when they broke their embrace. "Is Jon not with you?" Robb looked at his friend with a slightly grim expression.

"He didn't want to take part in the tourney. Some nonsense about risking offending your father with his presence," he said. Silas rolled his eyes.

"My sworn shield is a bastard, or has your mother forgotten that?" he asked. Robb laughed slightly.

"My mother was more worried about your mother than your father," Robb countered, which was true. While they did not always get along, Robb knew that his mother has a lot of respect for Jon, despite him being his father's bastard by the Lady Ashara Dayne. Jon knew that he had little to look forward to, being a bastard, but he had no reason to leave Winterfell. Robb's mother and Jon got along quite well most of the time, even if they had their awkward moments. Still, Robb had been a little bit disappointed by Jon not wanting to come down to King's Landing, and it seemed that Silas was also disappointed as well.

"Ah well, never mind, just means that you don't have to fight him in the melee," he said light heartedly. "You are taking part in the melee, right?" Robb smiled at his friend.

"Damn right I am," he said as they walked to the Throne room, where Robb saw the King for the first time. He had been surprised to see the man before him. This man whom Robb was named in honour of was fat, nothing like the broad shouldered warrior that his father had spoken of. He had a long beard (that no doubt hid his many chins) that matched the hair on his head both in length and in colour. His eyes were a stormy blue, and seemed full of laughter, and a touch of sadness, or so Robb thought. "Is that your father?" he asked Silas in a hushed tone after he had finished speaking with Bran. Silas laughed quietly.

"Aye it is," he said. "I know, not what you'd expect from our good and gracious King." Silas laughed quietly as they neared the King. The closer they got the more nervous Robb felt. When finally they were a couple of feet away Robb had to fight the nerves that threatened to take over. Silas cleared his throat before he started to talk. The King turned around as he heard Silas clearing his throat. "Father, allow me to introduce my friend, young Robb of the House Stark, and his little brother, Brandon." Robb and Bran both bowed to the King when he regarded them, his face looking like a storm.

"Your grace," Robb said nervously, with Bran parroting him. He could have sworn that Silas was trying (and failing) to hold back a laugh. Before Robb could even think of glaring at his friend King Robert's face broke into a wide smile.

"You're Ned's lads then, are you?" he asked, his voice friendly. Robb nodded his head. "I must say neither of you look anything like Starks, but I suppose that is a good thing, right? I may love your father like a brother, but gods he looks far too bloody grim half the time with that frozen Stark face of his." He looked at both boys for a time before he focussed on Robb. "Silas tells me that you are quite good with a sword." Robb swallowed nervously.

"I am your grace. My lord father tells me that I'm just as skilled as he was when he was my age," he answered. Robert laughed loudly.

"Oh gods, if that's how good you are then you should be glad that I won't be taking part in the melee," he said as he patted Robb on the back. "So tell me, will you be fighting in the melee, or shall you be trying your luck at the joust?"

"The melee your grace. I'd much prefer something more akin to actual combat," he said. The King straightened his back before he responded.

"My choice as well," he replied. "And have you been in an actual life or death fight?" Robb flinched at the question. It was not one he expected to be asked.

"I have been in a fight with some wildlings your grace," he said in answer. Robb, with a little help from Bran, then recounted the tale of how a few months ago they were out hunting in the Wolfswood with their father when they were seen by a group of seven wildlings. They were attacked as they were heading back home, and Robb found himself facing two of them, both armed with rusty looking blades. Robb had parried and blocked their blows before he knocked one off balance and struck his longsword out, the edge of the blade slicing the man's neck. The second fought harder at seeing his friend die, and his strike saw him charge past Robb, who then swung his sword at the other man's thigh, slicing the leg open and spraying blood over the ground. The man clutched onto the wound in a futile effort to stop the blood, and Robb turned his attention to the other men that his father was fighting. Two of them were already dead, but one of them had cut his father's arm. His father was blocking their attacks with Ice, the Stark family's ancestral weapon. Robb ran to his father's aid, and plunged his sword into the gut of one man, distracting the other long enough for his father to hack Ice into that man's shoulder, cutting the man in half from shoulder to hip. Only one wildling was left, and he was holding Bran at knife point, pressing the tip of his blade into Bran's throat. Robb and his father lowered their weapons, but before anything else happened a massive Direwolf had appeared and attacked the wildling. Bran got away unharmed, and the three of them watched as the Direwolf tore the wildling apart. The man had managed to stab the beast several times, but he was as good as dead. Robb, Bran and their father left the man to die while the Direwolf limped away, only to fall and start giving birth to its litter. When the sixth and last pup was born the Direwolf had died from its injuries. Not long after that Jon and his group had arrived, and with some persuasion from Jon they agreed to take the Direwolf pups and raise them as their own.

"Well, at least something good came out of that then," the King said. "And are these beasts here two of the Direwolf pups that you and your father took?" he asked pointing to the Direwolves stood by them. Robb smirked.

"Yes they are your grace. This here is Grey Wind," he said as he patted Grey Wind's head. "And the one by Bran is Summer." The King held out his hand to Grey Wind, who sniffed his hand before licking it. Robert Baratheon laughed and did the same with Summer.

"Lovely animals," he said as he looked back up to Robb. "Right, let's go and introduce you both to my darling daughter." As the King led the way Silas leaned over to Robb's ear.

"I know you told me about the Direwolves in your last letter Robb, but you never said that you would bring one of them with you, let alone two," he said. Robb grinned at him.

"And pray tell what did you think Grey Wind and Summer here were?" he asked. Silas shrugged.

"A pair of oversized, over fed dogs," he replied. They kept on walking until they came across the Queen and a young woman, who seemed deep in conversation with one another.

"…and I'll decide on who I will and won't dance with mother," the younger woman who had her back to Robb said. "I shall not dance with Lord Tyrell's youngest son; I'd sooner dance with a drunken Frey than him." The Queen looked frustrated with the young woman. "And if I wish to dance with Uncle Tyrion, then I bloody well will." Now the Queen looked ready to burst.

"Now listen here Cassana…" the Queen started.

"Now now Cersei," Robert said. Cersei Lannister, the wife of King Robert, and Silas's mother, looked at her husband, her emerald green eyes glaring daggers at the man as she pulled a stray lock of her golden blonde hair back behind her ear. "It's her nameday; let her choose her dancing partners. Now, allow me to present our new guests here. Robb, this here is my lovely wife, Queen Cersei," he said pointing to the Queen. Robb bowed to her.

"My Queen," he said.

"And this black haired beauty is none other than my beautiful Princess, Cassana of the House Baratheon," the King finished. The young woman turned around to face Robb, who only just managed to not let his jaw drop at the woman before him. She was more than pretty. She had long black hair that she wore in an elegant crown-like braid, and wore a lovely blue dress of silk, with some gold along the collar and cuffs. Her face was elegant, inherited from her Lannister-born mother, and her eyes were a piercing blue. She was not just beautiful, but incredibly gorgeous.

Robb stood beside his father as he thought of his first meeting with Princess Cassana three years ago. He had been enchanted by the young woman, and quickly fell for her. He was not sure if it was love or lust, but to begin with he had somehow managed to behave himself while in her presence. During his time in the capitol Robb had spent time with Silas and Cassana and their family. Robb was not sure about the Queen, but he got along well with the King despite his initial disappointment over the man's appearance. Silas and Cassana's siblings were nice as well, except for Joffrey, who was completely rude to them the whole time. After sharing diner with them Robb and Bran retired for the evening. The following day was the start of the tourney. As Robb was taking part in the melee he would not be fighting as King Robert declared that the melee would be held on the second day. Robb stood with Bran and Silas as the joust took place before them. Silas did not bother to take part as he believed that the other competitors would let him win, being the King's son and all. They watched the joust all day, and when night came they all ate at the feast. It was there that Robb shared his first dance with Cassana, and the two of them spoke with one another throughout the evening. The next day Robb put his armour on ready for the melee. When the King called for the competitors to make ready for the melee Cassana approached Robb and gave him her favour. Robb went on to fight in the melee with the Princesses favour around his shield arm. When the King declared the match to begin Robb threw himself into the fight. He had fought several opponents, and taken quite a few hits from many of the others. After two hours of hard fighting Robb found himself with only one other competitor; Thoros of Myr. The two men then charged each other and fought hard for twenty minutes. When Thoros had thought he had the upper hand Robb blocked his incoming blow and forced the flaming sword of Thoros from his grasp. The blade went flying away and Robb found himself the winner of the melee when Thoros yielded to him. When the crowd cheered Robb was in sheer agony from the cuts and bruises that he had received from the other fighters. But it was all worth it, as he saw Cassana looking his way with a broad smile on her face. That night was one of joy and merriment. On the final night of the celebrations Robb found himself alone with the Princess, and the two of them got to know one another better, speaking of their families and their childhood. When the night came to an end Robb escorted Cassana back to her chambers. They bid each other good night once they reached her chambers, but not before they kissed each other, and it was not a chaste kiss either.

Robb stood up straighter in the courtyard of Winterfell, with his father to his left and his siblings to his right. He was nervous with what was happening. He had been betrothed to Princess Cassana for a couple of years now, and he was looking forward to the wedding. He was only nervous because his family apart from Bran had not yet met Cassana. Arya had asked questions about her, as had Sansa. Over the last three years his two little sisters had grown closer despite their differences. They were still the same as they were, but they no longer fought each other, and Sansa had finally started to play around with her sister, much to everyone's relief. If anyone had changed at all, then it was Sansa who had changed more than anything. She no longer acted like the snobby highborn lady who looked down on others. Neither did she pay much attention to the old songs and stories of knights that she once loved as a child. At sixteen Sansa was now more of a lady of the North, courteous and polite, but she had her mean streak when it was needed. Their mother had once fretted that it was her own Direwolf, Lady, who had brought about the change in her eldest daughter. Of course that was not the real reason for Sansa's change in attitude, but that reason was not spoken about, for it brought out the anger in every one of the Starks, from Robb to Jon, Eddard to Catlyn, and even Arya.

Robb dismissed the thoughts of the past events of three years ago when Silas rode through the gates, with three knights of the Kingsguard and Ser Lukas alongside him. A young girl also rode beside him. Robb realised that this was Princess Myrcella, Silas's youngest sister. The two royals had wide smiles on their faces, with Myrcella looking all around her in awe at the sight of Winterfell while Silas looked ahead at Robb and his family. Behind them were dozens of knights and men-at-arms in the colours of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, all marching or riding into Winterfell. Amongst these men was a wheelhouse, which no doubt held the Queen and her youngest son. As the wheelhouse was pulled into the courtyard the King himself rode into view. Once he was in the courtyard every one of Winterfell's residents knelt. Robb knelt there for what felt like an eternity when King Robert signalled to his father to rise. When Lord Eddard stood up, so did everyone else.

"Your grace," Eddard greeted, his face and tone of voice neutral. The King looked him up and down.

"You've got fat," Robert stated. Robb bit down on his lip, knowing it would not do to embarrass his family by laughing at the King's jape. He watched his father look at his old friend's belly and incline his head slightly, a slight smile on his face. After a seemingly tense moment both men laughed and embraced each other. The King greeted Robb's mother once he was done with his father. "My, my, twelve years. Why haven't I seen you, where the hells have you been?"

"Guarding the North for you, your grace," Eddard said. "Winterfell is yours." The King smiled as Queen Cersei stepped out of her wheelhouse, followed by her youngest son, Tommen.

"Robb, good to see you again," the King said as he extended his hand.

"Good to see you as well your grace," Robb replied as he grasped King Robert's hand and shook it. The King then went down the line and greeted each of Robb's trueborn siblings. As he did Silas walked over to them.

"My lord, my lady," he said as he approached them, his arms outstretched.

"My prince," Robb's mother said as she dipped into a curtsey.

"Prince Silas," Eddard said, stepping forward and offering his hand to him. "Welcome back to Winterfell." Silas shook hands with the Lord of Winterfell, and then took Catlyn's hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He then turned to look at Robb.

"Stark," he said gruffly.

"Baratheon," Robb replied, just as gruffly. The two of them then laughed and embraced one another, all sense of proper protocol disregarded. "It's good to see you back," he said. Silas grinned at his friend.

"You'll change your tune soon enough once we're in the tiltyard," Silas laughed. Just then the Queen walked over to them. Robb's parents greeted her, being polite despite the Queen's apparent frostiness towards everything in front of her. Robb learned that that was her normal look. Before another word was spoken the King cleared his throat.

"Ned, before I get myself settled can you take me to the crypts?" he asked. "I'd like to pay my respects." Robb watched as his father left to take the King down to the crypt beneath Winterfell. As they left Robb saw the sad look in Cersei's eyes. Robb knew why she had that look. She was the Queen, the most powerful woman in all of Westeros, and her husband still only loved Robb's own aunt, Lyanna Stark, who had died down in Dorne at the end of the war.

As Robb's mother spoke with the Queen to distract her, a young woman glided over to them. Robb turned to face her, and was awestruck when he saw his intended. Cassana was even more beautiful than the last time Robb had seen her.

"Lord Robb," she said, holding out her hand to him. Robb took her hand and pressed his lips to the back of her hand.

"Princess Cassana," he replied with a broad smile. "Welcome to Winterfell." Cassana bestowed Robb with a wide smile that reached her eyes. Robb had to fight the urge to reach out and kiss her there and then, knowing that it probably would not go down well with the Queen. As Cassana stood smiling Robb noticed the one royal that he did not like too much.

"Well now Robb, it's nice to be here," he said, his voice only just hiding the disdain that he felt towards Robb's home.

"Prince Joffrey," Robb greeted while shooting him a glare. Cassana turned around and looked at her little brother.

"Joffrey, be a good boy and go ensure that the servants have all of our belongings ready to be brought up to where our chambers will be," she barked out to him. Robb smirked slightly when he saw Joffrey wince slightly at his sister. The young prince did as he was told without argument. Once he had gone Cassana turned to look at Robb again. "I'm sorry we brought him with us Robb," she said quietly. "I know you can't stand him." Robb smiled at her.

"No matter Cass," he said. "I'm sure I can endure him for a short time. Besides, with you here, it'll be only a slight irritation." Cassana smiled at him

After a couple of minutes spent introducing Cassana to his family Robb asked Cassana and her two youngest siblings, Myrcella and Tommen, if they would like a quick tour of Winterfell. They spent the next hour and a half wandering the ancient castle, with Robb finishing the tour at the godswood. The children were impressed with the godswood, taking in the scenery while Cassana spent the whole time walking hand in hand with Robb. After a short time they were stood before the heart tree, Winterfell's ancient weirwood tree. Myrcella and Tommen were both nervous with the weirwood tree's carved face, thinking that it was watching them.

"That'll be the old gods watching us," Cassana had told them. Soon they made their way back to the castle, and Robb showed the younger two to their guest chambers. Once they were in Robb escorted Cassana to her chambers. Once he was certain that no one was around Robb pulled Cassana into a spare room that was not occupied. Closing the door behind them Robb cupped Cassana's face and pressed his lips hungrily against hers. Cassana deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Robb's back. They kissed each other passionately for a few minutes before regrettably breaking their kiss, both of them breathing hard.

"Gods I missed you," Robb whispered, trailing a hand down to Cassana's hip. She grinned at Robb, her face flushed.

"As did I," she said before kissing him again. They kissed for a short time, rubbing their hands up and down each other. Robb felt one hand pressed against his chest while another snaked down to his crotch. Cassana giggled as Robb gasped in shock at her forwardness. "I'm really looking forward to our wedding," she said. Robb squeezed one of her breasts, making her moan slightly.

"Well, we'd better stop now before we get too carried away," Robb said. Cassana sighed as he gently massaged her breast. She gazed into his blue eyes, biting down on her lip.

"Must we?" she asked. Robb chuckled.

"The last time we did this I very nearly took you honour," Robb said as memories of that night after the tourney came back to him. They had kissed in the hallway before Cassana pulled Robb into her chambers. As they kissed they had let their hands roam over each other's bodies. Robb had just managed to stop himself going too far then, and he was not wanting to go too far just now.

"Am I not desirable anymore?" Cassana pouted. Robb knew that she was playing with him. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Believe me, I would like nothing more than to get you naked and in my bed," he said. Cassana laughed.

"Seven hells, and I thought my father was bad," she said. Robb smiled widely at her.

"Well, just so you know, I'll only ever keep to you," he said. Cassana gave Robb her widest smile yet.

"You bloody well better Robb Stark," she said. "Because if you don't, you'll learn why my House words are 'Ours is the fury'." With that they kissed one final time before leaving the room, Robb going first to make sure that no one was around. They left the room and walked back to Cassana's chamber. Robb bid Cassana farewell before he left for his own chambers.

Jon Snow

Jon sat with the squires at the feast. Many other baseborn sons who lived in their lord father's castles might feel slighted by such circumstances, but not Jon. True, he was not happy that he could not sit with his siblings, but Lady Catlyn had made it quite clear why he could not sit with them this time.

"The King might not care, but the Queen will," she had told him. "It is known how Lannisters are towards those outside their House, and they can be even worse towards bastard-born." Jon had bristled at being referred to as a bastard, but he knew that he could not do much about that. Lady Catlyn has treated him with kindness his whole life, but they have had their differences over the years. Despite this Jon has always felt at home in Winterfell.

Before the feast began properly Jon's family walked into the great hall, escorting the royal family as they entered. As the host, Jon's father entered first escorting Queen Cersei, then came King Robert with Lady Catlyn. Robb was next with his future wife Princess Cassana, followed next by Prince Silas escorting Sansa. Then entered Prince Joffrey with Arya, who looked less than impressed with having to hold onto the arm of Silas's younger brother. Bran was next with Princess Myrcella, who looked at Bran with a wide smile. Jon chuckled at the sight of Bran going red faced at escorting a princess. After they entered Rickon followed by himself, with Prince Tommen close behind. Finally Lord Tyrion Lannister, the Queen's younger brother, entered. The dwarf waddled up to his seat while everyone else took their seats. Once they were sat down the King announced that the feast could begin. Jon helped himself to some boar and venison along with some roasted vegetables, and called a servant to fill his cup up with some mead.

The feast had gone on for a few hours now. People were quite merry as the drink flowed. Jon heard Ser Rodrik Cassel, the master-at-arms of Winterfell, laughing loudly as he spoke with some men-at-arms. He watched as Theon Greyjoy, his father's ward, was groping a serving girl who blushed at something the Iron Islander had whispered in her ear. He laughed as the royal children nervously petted his siblings Direwolves. The beasts had drawn the attention of many of the southerners, with one or two saying how they would rather the animals were back in the wild. One of the squires at the table looked at Ghost, Jon's own Direwolf, and spat at him.

"Do that again and you'll regret it," Jon said venomously. The squire, who Jon learned was one Lancel Lannister, glared at him.

"Shut it bastard," he said. "I'm the Queen's cousin, and if you speak out of line again then I'll…"

"You'll do what, you golden haired shit?" a new voice said. Jon looked over his shoulder to see Ser Lukas Storm. "Well go on Lancel," he said. "What will you do? Nothing, that's what." Lancel glared at Lukas, but Jon could tell that he was nervous. He leaned across the table and glared at the Lannister.

"Do that again, and there won't be anything left of you to bury, except for a pile of shit when Ghost here is done with you," Jon said lowly while gesturing to Ghost, who had been staring menacingly at Lancel since he spat at him. Lancel looked between both Jon and Ghost before he stood up from his seat and wandered to the other end of the table.

"That little cunt thinks he's something special," Lukas murmured as he took the seat that Lancel had just vacated. "So, how's it going Jon?" he asked. Jon held his cup up to a servant who offered to refill it with mead. He thanked the servant before turning back to Lukas.

"Not too bad Lukas," he said. "Just the same as usual. Nothing much to worry about around Winterfell just now, aside from the current Lannister infestation." Both of them laughed.

"Now that is not a terribly nice thing to say of my family," a voice said from beside Jon. He looked at the man and recognised him as Tyrion Lannister.

"You know it's true though, don't you Imp," Lukas stated.

"Oh yes, it is indeed," Tyrion replied. He looked at Jon and offered his hand. "Tyrion, son of Tywin of the House Lannister. And you must be Ned Stark's bastard?" Jon shook the Imp's hand, glaring at him for his words.

"Lord Eddard Stark is my father, but my mother was the Lady Ashara of House Dayne of Starfall," Jon said. Tyrion looked Jon in the eye, as if searching for something. If he found it or not, he did not say, although Jon could guess what it was. "I was born all Stark in appearance, but I'm told there is a slight purple hue to my eyes that can be seen in certain light." Tyrion gave him a slight smile.

"Yes, I can see it now," he said. "The Daynes are known for having purple eyes." He sat himself down on a seat next to Jon and pulled out a wineskin which he then proceeded to drink from. "Still, if there is one thing you and I have in common, it's that we know who our mothers were, but have never met them, nor shall we meet them." Jon looked at him with a cold look. Everyone knew what happened to Ashara Dayne, it was common knowledge that she took her own life after news of her beloved brother's death by the hand of Jon's father. What was not well known is that Ashara had been in love with Jon's father, and when news reached her that he had married Lady Catlyn, Jon's mother was said to have been distraught.

Jon's father had told him once many years ago how Ashara had come to him the night he had learned of the deaths of his older brother and father by the Mad King's orders. She had been sent by Princess Elia Martel, whom she was a handmaiden to, to bring word to both Eddard and the current king of what was going on. She had arrived the same day news of the deaths of Jon's uncle and grandfather reached the Eyrie, which led to the beginning of the rebellion. Eddard had told Jon that his mother came to comfort him, and somehow the two of them ended up in bed together. His father told him how he wanted to marry Ashara to preserve her honour, but when he learned that she was not a maiden he was upset, and they parted on bad terms. Jon then realised that his father had been blaming himself for Ashara's death ever since. Jon had been seven when his father told him all of this, after he had run to him in tears after a falling out with Lady Catlyn, who was still herself unaware of Jon's mother at the time. When Eddard told him the truth he had told his wife as well, and that alone had been enough to improve relations between Jon and Lady Catlyn.

Jon sat with Lukas and Tyrion for an hour or so. During the time he spent with Tyrion he learned that the young lord was banned from inheriting Casterly Rock by his father, who looked down on him with spite for not only being a dwarf but for surviving when Tyrion's mother, Lady Joanna, died giving birth to him. Ser Kevan Lannister, his uncle and Lancel's father, was chosen to be Tywin's heir. Tyrion had taken an interest in Ghost, and started to ask Jon about Direwolves and the North in general. Despite his initial frostiness Jon found some respect for Tyrion, who turned out to be quite a knowledgeable person. What he lacked in strength he made up for with his intelligence. Unlike his sister the Queen, Tyrion did not look down on people who were not named Lannister or otherwise related to his House through blood and marriage. After a while Jon decided to go outside for some fresh air.

"Would you like some company Jon?" Tyrion had asked when he stood up to go out.

"No thank you my lord," Jon said. "Just need to get some air and solitude. I'm not one for crowds." With that Jon left the great hall. The cold northern air hit him as he opened the door to leave, the crisp cold air refreshing to him. As he walked to the tiltyard with Ghost beside him he heard grunting sounds nearby. At first he thought it was Theon with the serving girl from earlier, until he rounded the corner and saw Arya with a training sword in hand whacking a practice dummy. He stood and watched as his little sister hacked and slashed away, grunting with every hit. Jon smiled at the scene. Arya was never one to behave like a lady.

"Stupid, ignorant, slimy, ugly, fucking prince," Arya huffed as she struck the dummy harder. With her last word she thrust the training sword at the dummy, tearing through the hardened cloth and straw.

"Such terrible words from a lady," Jon said in a loud voice. Arya jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to see him.

"I'm not a lady," she spat, making Jon laugh. "Shut up." Jon laughed for a bit longer until he saw the tears that had streaked his sister's face. Jon stopped laughing and stepped closer to her. He wiped the tear streaks from her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Arya sighed, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"No," she choked out. "That stupid prat of a prince, Joffrey. He just glares at everything in sight, leers at any girl who walks by, and eyes Sansa like a piece of meat. I told him to stop staring at her but he just laughed." Arya sat down on an overturned bucket and looked up at Jon, who started to feel anger towards the middle prince. "I went outside to get some peace from him. But he followed me and kept saying that I was a stupid little girl for telling a prince what to do. I told him he was a useless little fool who wouldn't last a day if he was ever made a king or given a lordship over even so much as a brothel. He did not take that well." Jon chuckled at the thought. Arya gave him a small smile, but it quickly disappeared. "After that he said if I talked like that to him again he would set the Hound on me, have him do to me what his brother the Mountain did to Elia Martel," she said. Those words made Jon shudder with rage. Everyone knows what Ser Gregor Clegane did to Elia Martel during the sack of King's Landing. Jon felt his fists clench.

"The little shit," Jon muttered. He sat down next to Arya as she began to cry.

"I told him if he did then I would kill his sworn shield and show him a she-wolf is just as fierce in battle as a man," she continued. "He just laughed and said, 'well I suppose learning to be a warrior can make up for you being an ugly little cunt'." Jon jolted upright at this. How dare he, he thought. How dare he insult my little sister so. Arya sobbed quietly, resting her head against Jon's shoulder as he wrapped his arms protectively around her. He let her cry into his shoulder, rubbing her back as she did.

"Don't listen to him Arya," Jon said as calmly as he could, despite the anger flowing through him. "He is just an arse with no brains, as Silas once put it to me and Robb." Arya managed a little laugh.

"How can Silas have such a vile cur for a brother?" Arya asked. Jon struggled to answer that question. As he was thinking about it he saw Lady Catlyn wander over from the shadows.

"Some people are just foolish my girl," she said, startling Arya. She looked at her mother and started to wipe her eyes and face frantically. Lady Catlyn knelt beside her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay to cry Arya," she whispered to her. Arya stopped wiping and reached out for her mother, who took her into her arms. "You may have seen your fourteenth nameday recently, and you may have flowered, but you'll always be my little girl no matter what. Don't let people get to you like that," Lady Catlyn said softly. She then looked back to Jon as she began to stand up, lifting Arya up as she did. Arya may be fourteen, but she was still small enough to lift up, even though it was not possible for her mother to carry her like she used to when she was a child. "I'll take her to her rooms and get her settled Jon. You get some rest, and avoid Prince Joffrey. I'll deal with him as soon as I can." Jon bowed his head to her.

"Very well, my lady," he intoned as she set Arya down on her feet. Lady Catlyn then walked away, her arm over Arya's shoulder.

Jon watched them walk back into the castle. He was angry. Very angry. He paced the tiltyard for some time, thinking on what Arya told him. He wanted to kill Joffrey for hurting his sister like that. He wanted to cut his throat open and watch him die slowly. He wanted to drown him in the White Knife and let his body float away downstream. He paced around, his thoughts getting to him, until he finally snapped. He snatched the training sword that Arya had buried in the dummy and yanked it out. He paced a bit more, getting further away from the dummy, until he was ten yards away. He turned to face the dummy and then he ran to it, the sword over his head. When he was close he swung the training sword down with all of his strength. The training sword may have been made of wood, but it cut into the straw and hardened cloth, which were probably already weakened from being hit many times by Arya, as well as many others before her.

"Remind me never to piss you off Jon," a voice called out. Jon turned around to see Silas stood there. Jon calmed himself somewhat before prying the training sword out from the dummy. "I'd hate to be that poor dummy, and that's with a wooden sword. Glad you don't have live steel in your hands," he said with a wry smile. Jon gave a half-hearted laugh. "What troubles you?" Silas asked. Jon let out a loud sigh before he looked up at his old friend.

"Your brother Joffrey," Jon answered. "Or rather how he treated Arya." Jon then recounted to Silas what Arya had told him. Silas stood there listening, his face getting redder with anger the more Jon spoke. When Jon was done speaking Silas walked over to the rack with the training swords and picked one up.

"Come on then, let you rage out Jon," he said. Jon grinned at him and dropped into a fighting stance. For the next half hour the two traded blows with their training swords, hacking, slashing, thrusting, parrying and blocking. Neither landed a hit on each other. Both were equal with their swordsmanship. For Silas it was training with the legendary Barristan the Bold. For Jon it was his training with Ser Rodrik as well as possibly some skill inherited from his mother's family. House Dayne is known for producing fine swordsmen over the years, with the finest swordsman of House Dayne being knighted and granted the title of the Sword of the Morning, and therefore being allowed to carry Dawn, their ancestral greatsword. Jon would never hold Dawn, having been raised a bastard of the North, but he would prove his skill none the less. After they had fought they both slumped to the ground, exhausted from their sparring. Silas laughed a bit, while Jon just sat feeling stiff and sore.

"Good to see you can still swing a blade," Jon said. Silas scoffed.

"Any fool can swing a blade," he said. "Except for Joffrey. He can't swing a blade to save his life." The two of them shared a laugh before picking themselves up off the floor. "So anyway, here's what we shall do with my idiot brother come the morrow." Silas told Jon his plan for dealing with Joffrey. Once he was finished, Jon smiled.

Cassana Baratheon

"That is how to deal with fools like him," Cassana said to Sansa and Arya. Cassana had been watching the sparring session with the Stark girls for the last twenty minutes. Earlier that morning when they were breaking their fast Silas told Cassana to go and watch the sparring session at noon, and to bring both Sansa and Arya. Cassana did as her older brother asked. The girls had been at a sewing lesson with Septa Mordane when Cassana had suggested that they get some fresh air and watch the boys with their sword training. When they got there they saw Robb and Silas slashing at each other before Silas tripped Robb up and disarmed him, pointing his sword at Robb's throat and thus winning their bout. Silas helped Robb up to his feet, and then Rickon and Tommen started to fight. Tommen was holding his own for a short time before he tripped on a stone. As he tried to regain his balance Rickon lunged at him and struck him on the head. Tommen yielded the fight, rubbing his head while Rickon roared with glee. Then came Joffrey and Bran.

"Bran is not a good fighter," Sansa had said. Sure enough Joffrey managed to beat Bran within a minute, though Cassana could not help but feel that Bran gave up far too easily.

"If little Stark here couldn't beat me then none of you are worthy of fighting me," Joffrey called out in his usual arrogant tone.

"Little shit," Arya muttered.

"Arya!" Sansa all but yelled at her sister. Cassana watched the spectacle in front of her. Joffrey was grinning like the idiot he is while Robb and Silas glared at him.

"These boys are so pathetic I could take them all on by myself," Joffrey called out. The Lannister guardsmen started to laugh. At that moment Cassana noticed Silas grin. It was an evil grin.

"Oh Joffrey you stupid boy," Cassana whispered. Both of the Stark girls heard her and looked down into the tiltyard. Silas stepped forward and looked at Joffrey.

"If that is the case, then you wouldn't mind showing our northern hosts how inferior they are in the arts of battle, will you?" Silas called out in a loud and clear voice. Cassana saw her younger brother pale at Silas's words. Robb and Rickon stepped forward then, gripping their swords tightly. "And to make it even more interesting, Tommen shall fight with the Starks, just to give them an advantage." Tommen then stood beside Robb, a wide grin on his face. Joffrey began to step back, but his sworn shield stopped him. The Hound gave him a gentle shove back to the others.

"Um, well Silas… we… uh, well we don't have to… um…" Joffrey stuttered as Silas crossed his arms.

"Make it easy for you?" Silas said. "Very well then. Jon, come and join us." Ser Rodrik moved to protest, as Jon was baseborn and therefore could not spar with a prince. Silas waved him off. "In a true battle your opponent's station in society means bugger all Ser Rodrik, as I'm sure you know," he said. As he spoke Robb whispered into Ser Rodrik's ear. The old man gave a nod of his head then.

"Very well then my prince," he bellowed out. "For this exercise we shall use blunted tourney swords." Cassana and the girls laughed at the look on Joffrey's face when the swords were given out.

"Ser Rodrik, this is outrageous," he barked in his whiney voice. "I don't have to do this."

"Oh but you do dear brother," Silas said, his voice laced with controlled anger. "After all, we have some lovely ladies watching, including our very own sister." Joffrey looked up at the balcony where Cassana and the girls stood. Joffrey started to whimper. "Of course, if you have something to apologise for…" Cassana looked at Silas and gave him a look of confusion. She then looked at Joffrey and saw that he was looking up at Arya, who Cassana noticed was glaring down at him with loathing and contempt. After a moment Joffrey looked back to the other boys.

"Alright, I picked on Lady Arya last night," Joffrey blurted. "I insulted her and her family, I called her a stupid girl and an ugly cunt." Cassana gasped at her brother's confession.

"The little shit," Sansa said, her voice full of shock.

"Sansa!" Now it was Arya's turn to be shocked at her sister.

"YOU DID WHAT!" came the booming voice of Cassana's father. King Robert stomped over to the group, with Lord Stark close behind him. "Ned was telling me about a complaint from his wife about you upsetting his youngest daughter. What gives you the right to insult our hosts? MY BEST FRIEND'S DAUGHTER?" Joffrey looked away from the King, who just continued to glare at him. The King then turned to Lord Stark. "I suggest we let your boys and my other boys discipline him," he said in a clear voice.

"Father, no…" Joffrey began.

"I agree your grace," was all Lord Stark said.

And so Joffrey found himself fighting off Silas, Tommen, Robb, Rickon and Jon, who were all relentless with their attacks. After nearly ten minutes of fighting Joffrey was lying on the ground, whimpering like a child. The others all wandered off, with the Hound staying by his charge. Cassana walked away from the sight, with Sansa and Arya giggling behind her.

"A good way to deal with fools," Sansa said. Arya was red faced from laughing so hard. Cassana noticed that Arya was a lot happier with what had just happened. She placed her hand on Arya's shoulder.

"You okay now?" Cassana asked her. She looked up at her and smiled.

"Much better now," Arya said. The three of them then walked back to continue with their sewing lesson. Sansa and Cassana chatted away while they sewed, with Arya pretending to sew as she was still no good with it.

The rest of the day flew by. They all spent time together getting ready for the upcoming wedding, getting dresses sorted (while Arya rolled her eyes and sat with a bored expression on her face), discussing their perfect dream weddings (with Arya again rolling her eyes and sitting with a bored expression on her face), and deciding how they would spend their days (with Arya saying that she will never marry unless she gets a husband who would let her practice her horse riding, archery and swordsmanship, prompting laughs from Cassana and Sansa). They went to bed that night, exhausted and sleepy. The next day was one of over-activity, as Cassana and Sansa discussed the finer details of the wedding with Lady Stark and Cassana's mother. They spent that whole day getting everything ready. It was during dinner that day that Cassana's father stood up and made an announcement.

"First of all, I would like to thank my long-time friend, Lord Eddard, for his hospitality and putting up with me and mine for the last couple of days," Robert started. Some of those gathered chuckled. "We have known each other for so many years now. We lived as brothers, we fought side by side. We have seen and done much together like brothers, and I will be proud to be related to him through the marriage between our children in two days' time. And I am also glad that after thinking about it long and hard that my friend has agreed on some things that we have both discussed." The room fell eerily quiet then. Cassana leaned closer in her seat to hear whatever her father was going to say. "In two days' time, when my daughter, Princess Cassana, and Ned's son, Lord Robb, are wedded, we shall hold the wedding ceremony in the godswood before the weirwood tree, and hold a northern ceremony followed quickly by an Andal ceremony in front of the tree so that the wedding is legal in the eyes of both sets of gods." The room erupted into applause at the King's announcement. "Also, Ned has agreed to follow me back to King's Landing, where he'll take up the office of Hand of the King, becoming only the second Stark to hold that office, and hopefully the first to hold it for more than a day," Robert said before laughing boisterously. Others in the room began to laugh also. "And finally, when we go down to King's Landing, Ned shall be bringing four of his children." Cassana looked at Lady Stark, who she noticed shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She also noticed that her mother was glaring at her Father, meaning that whatever it was, they had disagreed and no doubt argued over it. "Coming with us will be both of Ned's daughters, the Ladies Sansa and Arya," he said. Both girls, who were sat next to Cassana, gasped. The King looked at the girls before he continued. "Sansa shall be joining us to learn the ways of the south, to give her a better insight to the court and how things are done, as Ned has told me of her sharp mind. We would be blessed to have you come down with us. As for Arya, well your father and I both agreed that it would do you good to get out of Winterfell for a short time, even if only for a year. Also, your father would never give me a moment's peace if I didn't say this, but I will assure both of you that you shall not be forced into marriage when you go south. If you marry, it will be your own choice, not ours."

"Thank the gods," Sansa whispered quietly. Cassana saw the relief in her eyes, as well as the relief in Arya's eyes too, although when she looked to her father Arya looked at him with fury in her eyes. Cassana looked back up to her father.

"Ned's middle son, young Brandon will join us on the journey south, and once settled in you will be taken as a squire to Ser Lukas Storm, my eldest son's sworn shield," he said. Cassana noticed young Bran looking up to the King with a broad smile on his face. She had heard from Robb that Bran has always wanted to become a knight. Three of Lady Stark's children going south could explain why she was uncomfortable, but it did not help to explain to Cassana why her mother was seemingly angry at her father. "And after much… deliberation with Ned and our wives we have decided that little Arya could do with having someone around who would be able to help her settle down in King's Landing. Someone who she can go to when her father is too busy and her sister is preoccupied. Therefore we have agreed, albeit eventually, that Ned's baseborn son Jon Snow will join us south also, and stay with us for as long as Arya is present." There was stunned silence in the room. Now it made sense to Cassana why her mother was angry. It was to say the least unusual for a king to openly welcome a bastard for any reason, but Cassana knew her father. Her elder brother's sworn shield was born a bastard; one of the blacksmiths at the Red Keep, a lad called Gendry, was one of her many bastard siblings by her father; Frieda, one of Varys's little birds who answered directly to her and Silas, was a bastard that her Kingly father knew about and seemed to approve of (probably for reporting Varys's goings on to his eldest children). Father's seeming love of bastards is going to get him more grief than anything else one day, Cassana thought.

With the announcements done with Cassana had resumed eating her dinner. She disregarded any other thoughts of her father's plans in regards to Lord Stark's children. It made no difference to her in the end. In a couple of days' time she would be Princess Cassana Baratheon no more; she would become Lady Cassana Stark, wife of Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell. After dinner had ended Cassana left to return to her chambers for the evening. Once there she removed her dress and put on a simple nightgown to wear, and then she walked over to her bed. As she settled down in her bed for the night she picked up a book and began to read it. The book was on the history of the North, and detailed many things that Cassana wanted to know. After reading for quite some time she started to grow tired, and after reading the same sentence nine times she decided to put the book down and try to get some sleep. As she drifted off she thought of Robb, and how she looked forward to being with him for the rest of her life.

Author's Note = This is my first attempt at Fan-fiction. These chapters will be long from time to time. Read and Review please, let me know what you think, just bear in mind that I won't be updating all the time thanks to good old real life.