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A.N.: Hello readers, this my first GoT story so I hope it goes well. This will be a Robb/oc but have another character be..hmm...close to our oc. Please review to let me know what you think! It is a short chapter but it is just an intro :)

Princess Donella Baratheon almost looked nothing like her younger siblings. She was not blessed with straight silky golden locks but with jet black curls that looked like they had a touch of navy blue in it. She was not blessed with great height and leanness but with in her short curvy statue. She did not have her mother's light sun kissed skin that made others envy but her own pale complexion. Donella did inherit the Lannister emerald green eyes that made many cower to her will when she invoked them. Her father, King Robert told her she had huge "doe eyes" that always made him submit to whatever she longed for. It wasn't a secret she was her father's favorite yet again it wasn't a secret that her mother Queen Cersei favorited her least to her other children. She didn't know why but she always suspected it had to do that she lived and her twin brother died when they were babies, or perhaps that she resembled her father's strong Baratheon appearance than her mother's golden Lannister ways. To tell the truth, Donella and her mother fought constantly, Donella was not like the other southern women she was a true Baratheon warrior. Her clashes with her mother is what aided King Robert with the decision of sending his eldest daughter to his best friend, Eddard Stark in Winterfell for a season since she was a child of 5 for every summer; that is till she came of age 13 where the queen demanded that her daughter presence stay out of north stating she became more and more like a wildling. Robert to keep his wife's mouth shut didn't let Donella to Winterfell for three years; but after the last mother and daughter battle decided to allow a trip to the north. Hoping it would do his daughter some good being away from all the Lannister's (especially the Kingslayer ser Jaime) that seemed to follow her everywhere. Robert only wished he could have ridden off with his daughter away from the troublesome court to the wild lands of the north where his beloved Lyanna now lied. Robert always thought that if Lyanna lived and they had a daughter she would look and act exactly like Donella minus her emerald eyes. King Robert also longed for an alliance with the loyal Stark house, he recalled his daughter when she was younger constantly jabbering about Ned's eldest son, perhaps time and close quarters would help him achieve what he desired.

Donella was nervous for seeing the Starks after several years, she remembered running the lands with Robb and Jon at her heels. She remembered her old feelings for a certain Stark and how he was the first man to kiss her after his fifteenth names day. She shook her head as she urged her lovely chestnut horse onwards on their journey. The princess and her small troop of guards made their way quickly to Winterfell gates. Donella tried to brush the wrinkles off her Southern green and silver dress as she made her way to the Stark family. She forced her eyes to stay on the lord of Winterfell.

"I thought my eyes have deceived me my princess" Lord Eddard 'Ned' Stark exclaimed "This can not be the same little girl who ran around faster than wind"

"It is a Honor to have you back with us my princess, Winterfell has missed you" Catelyn Stark, Ned's wife said with a smile on her face "This is my youngest pup Rickon"

Donella saw an adorable little boy with floppy light brown hair hiding behind his mother's blue gown.

"Why hello little lord I am the princess Donella," she whispered crouching down to be eye level to the boy. The princess laid out her hand in front of her smiling at the sweet boy till he continuesly slapped his hand on hers with a giggle. She gave him a little giggle herself as she straighten up and made her way down the line to each Stark child. Taking in all the differences three long years will do.

"You must be Bran; I remember seeing you when you were no taller than my knees" Donella made her way to the next boy in line who's face looked vaguely familiar. "Is it true you own your own sword?" Bran excitedly asked. Donella gently lifted her silver cloak away from her body showing a long sword hooped on a silver belt. Bran's eyes widen he never saw a woman carrying a blade let alone royalty. Before Donella could say another word-

"ELLA!" a small girl with dirt all over her dress attacked hug the young princess who in returned the hug with warmth "Arya!" she happily replied "still causing chaos?"

"Of course" stated Arya with a wide grin at the women she always admired when she was a little girl. She remembered Ella with a sword always following her brothers; caring less about sewing or singing songs. Donella would never say out loud that she favored a Stark more than another but she always felt a kindred spirit with the wonderfully wicked Arya.

"My Princess" curtsied gently Arya's elder sister Sansa as Ella made her way down again. 'Always the proper lady,' Donella thought.

"You look as lovely as ever Sansa" the princess confessed giving Sansa a small hug that the girl surprisingly returned "Your father and brother's must have their hands filled batting the boys away!"

Sansa blushed the same color of her light red hair as my eyes went to who was next in line, my whole body shivered with recognation and happiness. Robb Stark stood proudly in front of me his sparkling blue eyes gazing at her with an emotion she could not place. He was well taller than her and a lot broader too. His hair had deep auburn curls in it that was just calling for her to put her hands through. 'Donella stop acting like some simpleton and act like a princess' yelled the dark haired sixteen year old in her mind; not knowing that the winter heir was in a similar trance. Robb Stark couldn't believe this was the same girl who chased him and Jon all through the town. She was clearly the most beautiful women he ever gazed up. He took in her womanly shape, noting her new assets that he swore weren't there when she last visited. "Damn the seven Gods! I sound like Theon" Robb swore to himself. It felt like a lifetime was going by for the couple.

"Surely you remember Robb my eldest Donella" Ned's voice interrupted the princess's daydreaming.

"Of course" I smiled at Robb who returned it with one that took my breath away

"Milady," Robb stated his voice deeper than I remembered it, taking my hand and bestowing a kiss on it. The princess's snow white cheeks turned a light pink color as she felt tingles on her whole hand. Lord Ned dismissed everyone grabbing Bran and Arya before they could run up to smiling princess. Ned was fond of the young princess, like Robert hoped that their two oldest children would blossom to more than friends.

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