During her life, Sansa Stark had watched many movies, especially the ones telling the story of a romance between a boy and a girl. They were often easy and stupid movies whose plot was always based on the same background: a high school, the boy and the girl meet, they like each other, often they fight and then they end up together at the end of the movie, sharing their first kiss.
Sansa Stark loved that kind of movie, and she was obsessed especially with the thing of the first kiss. She had wondered how it was kissing a boy since she was a little girl and watched Disney movies about a princess and a prince. The first kiss they shared was always the famous True Love's Kiss, and after that they lived happily ever after. This was how Sansa Stark intended her first kiss to be: a simple kiss didn't count at all. A proper kiss, in her mind, meant to be slow, romantic, like she was used to watch in the movies whose plot was set in high school. And, most important, it has to be a kiss of true and pure love. If there wasn't love, so the kiss didn't matter.
Sansa had dreamt of it since she was a child and, now that she was fourteen and she was going to go to the high school, she knew that she was ready, that her first kiss was on its way and she had only to wait until it came to her. High school, she thought, was the perfect place and the perfect time to share your first kiss with the man – she tried not to think that all high school's male students were only boys, if not children in some way, because she thought that the word man sounded more exciting – you fell in love with. You had to love him, if you would have your first kiss with him. And he had to love you in return, of course.
But, about that, Sansa saw no problems: for years she had been madly and deeply in love with Joffrey Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon – major of King's Landing and a close fried of her father, Eddard Stark –, and now it seemed he had noticed her for the first time in years. She was practically sure that her first kiss would have been with Joffrey – when he had decided to tell her his true feeling, of course.
So, the boy problem was almost solved. The question was how the kiss had to happen and to be like.
Sansa had imagined it to be very romantic: maybe under the moonlight, on the balcony of Joffrey's home, both lost in each other's embrace, and the kiss had to last very long, and be slow and soft. And, of course, there should be a kiss of love.
This was how Sansa expected her first kiss to be and when.
Unfortunately, things went very differently than how she had planned.