My Notes

Hey guys, I just wanted to say thank you for giving this a chance, I really hope you enjoy it. It starts in the same (kind of) place as the books and will follow the course of all the books with some similar events and some different event.

I own nothing at all in this world and certainly not the ASOIAF, which belongs to GMMR.

This story is a slow burner and I don't know whether to apologise for that or not but I promise you the development does go somewhere eventually. I tried to keep personalities as close to the characters in the books (and TV show) but I have aged them and they have been moulded to the story to fit in with the modern times.

It is rated M because it has Adult themes, swearing, violence, more swearing, and Sexual Relation.

Also another point to make, there will be 2/3 POV characters per chapter, (Apart from the first chapter which is just 1) hopefully it won't get too confusing.

And furthermore I apologise for any spellings mistakes, confusing sentences, and to any persons who know a lot about American politics I am so so so sorry, my knowledge is vague at best.

So if anyone wants to ask me questions, or give me advice on how to improve there is a review box.

Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy


Chapter 1

Arya

"Arya, have you stolen my black strappy Prada heels? They look like this pair but without a red sole" Sansa shoved the pair of black shoes in her sister face, her eyes looking desperate.

"Sansa I'm online, can this wait?" Arya hissed not tearing her eyes away from the TV, her Xbox controller tight in her sweaty palms. Her hands had started to cramp from hours of play although she would rather this than finish packing. The moment Arya finished packing up her life in Winterfell would be the moment she admitted defeat and she would have to say goodbye to her old and true life in New Jersey. "Urgh, what twat is using a Granada Launcher for fuck sake?" She grumbled "I have a pack of noobs Sansa. You don't understand this pain."

Sansa watched from the side of her "You have Advanced UAV" she pointed out

"Thanks"

"No problem" Sansa had never played Modern Warfare 3 but she had watched Arya and her brothers play it enough to be a helpful spectator.

The round ended "Fuck yeah" Arya hollered raising her arms in the air in triumph. "See that, I carried my team through that, twenty-nine kills and four deaths, top of the leader board. Pretty damn good his you ask me" Arya complimented herself then left the online lobby. "So what's up?" She finally turned to her older sister.

"I was just packing and I couldn't find my new Prada shoes, I was wondering if you have taken them" She had been packing and unpacking then colour coding to pack again for at least three hours. Arya didn't know why Sansa was so eager to leave for Washington DC. Admittedly she couldn't understand most things that went through her perfect sisters mind but this confused her most of all.

"No, why the fuck would I want to take your shoes, are you sure you haven't put them in luggage bag A over there." Arya mocked her, pointing to a small handbag on top of six suitcases all containing parts of Sansa's vast wardrobe.

Sansa giggled to herself "Oh don't be silly Arya that is 'Hand toiletries and trinkets' I explained this to you earlier. A is hands, B is face and ears, C is –"

"Oh God please no more, this is a worse torture than water boarding." She pushed herself off the sofa and went to her own poorly packed bags on the opposite side of the gaming room. Three large travel cases containing her entire life, it's not enough, all my belonging, my martial art trophies, clothes, photos and everything else, that wasn't her life, she was leaving her life behind, everything in those bags was superficial crap. "Why don't you just pack the ones in your hand? As you said they look exactly the same"

"I am packing these, I need the strappy ones to wear tomorrow when the Baratheons arrive" She swooned dreamily. Stupid sweet sixteen year old Sansa, if she starts talking about Joffery Fucking Baratheon again I am going out that window.

"Are you two still not packed yet?" Bran chirped from the door wheeling himself on to the wooden floor of the games room. Every room in Winterfell had been fitted with wooden floors after the plane crash that left Bran in a wheel chair. "Of course, you two could forget about packing and stay here with me." He smiled sadly and stopped in front of Sansa.

She nipped his cheek like he was a small child rather than the thirteen year old "Aww, we would love to stay here with you but we need to go south with father."

"We don't need to go anywhere" Arya hissed "Dad doesn't need to leave either, when he was the Senator of New Jersey he visited Washington and was home all the time. I don't see why we have to completely move to another fucking house. Splitting up the family, it isn't right." Arya huffed. Bran merely rolled his eyes in a way that managed to piss her off even more.

Sansa gasped "Would you stop swearing! What if mother heard? She would go mental at all of us" she said in that perfect condescending voice that she had mastered since she said her first words.

"You two have to go at least, it would be better if we all could, however that isn't possible" Bran admitted sighing to himself. "He is the Vice-President now. He has to be transferred down to Washington D.C completely to help Robert run America, it is a big deal. It's just like in the campaign, our family has to be a perfect family, it is expected of us because we are Starks, a pack of fighters. Have you never heard that saying 'a lone wolf dies while a pack survives' even a split pack is better than no pack at all."

"But why can't you come?" Arya said without thinking "and what about Robb, or Jon, or Rickon or even Theon for fuck sake."

Bran smirked "Robb is in college here and is going to be holding up the family name, Rickon has to stay with mom and Theon... We can't except Theon to be accepted in Washington, not with his family background and me?" he shivered "you're travelling by plane, they aren't really my thing anymore."

"And Jon?" and Jon? She felt like she had said that saying too many times in her life time, her quote 'half-brother' that everyone kept forgetting about.

All the likeness Sansa had with Robb (the Tully auburn hair, the perfect pale complexion, blue eyes and socialite personalities)it was the same for Arya and Jon. They had Stark grey eyes, the Stark black hair, long square faces and withdrawn personality, although, it had been pointed out by Theon that Jon did have a larger chest than Arya.

They heard shouting echo around the halls of Winterfell, their father's voice coming from his office "I forbid it!" he bellowed with a rage that Arya had never heard before.

"Ok dad, I get it, you ignore me for the first 19 years of my life but when I finally want to make something of myself you have to complete shit on my plans" Jon responded with an equal amount of anger.

Arya turned to Sansa and both of them followed the noise treading quietly no matter how unlike it would be for them to be heard over all the shouting.

The office door was shut and Robb was standing arms folded outside, his styled auburn hair in soft ringlets framing his face much like Sansa's did.

He put his finger to his lips to Ssh Arya and Sansa. The shouting continued behind the door, "How do you expect me to do anything with my life if you won't let me" Jon asked.

"You can do anything with your life, find a wife, get a job, move anyway from New Jersey. Anything, but I won't have you joining the army."

"Why? You were in the fucking army, and so is uncle Benjen"

"Yes and so was my father and my older brother and my little sister and they are all dead now." It went silent and Ned's voice dropped to a quiet pained hiss "I don't want another Stark dying in combat"

The door swung open then and Jon stood their facing Ned "Lucky for you, I'm not a Stark, am I?" Jon didn't wait for an answer. He turned slamming the door with so much force the strong walls of Winterfell shook.

Arya wanted to follow Jon down the hall but Robb put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. She went to leave as she caught her mother glaring from down the hall with a twinkle in her eye that almost looked like happiness.