Sansa was nervous; she was going to meet the royal family. She had hoped they would like her. She heard many stories of how the king and her father fought together, the beauty of the queen, and especially the great looks of their son. She always loved the stories of handsome princes and knights sweeping ladies off their feet to live happily ever after and have many beautiful children. "Maybe I could have a love like the stories", she whispered. Carefully she braided her fire like red hair so she could show off her Tully cheekbones she inherited from her mother. It was time to line up and greet the royal family.
"We have been riding for a bloody month where the hell are we" snarled Joffrey. He was exhausted and the weather was getting colder and colder. "Shut it you fool we are arriving now" Robert shouted. That son of him was quite a complainer this whole trip. Joffrey snapped his mouth shut he wouldn't disrespect his father the king. Cersei had been quiet but thought to herself "how dare he speak to my child rudely that fat fool".
They halted to a stop and the door of the carriage opened. Cersei gracefully exited and Joffrey jumped out. He looked at the family before him. What a bore this would be pretending to be princely and care about carrying out conversations. He looked over each member individually. First was Ned Stark his father talked greatly of him and their battles together. Then next had to be his wife Catelyn, she was clearly from the river lands with her red hair and blue eyes. Then was Rob he looked much like his mother but also a bore, "I'm probably going to have to spend time with him" he thought boringly. Then the next person he was shocked. She must have been their eldest daughter Sansa. Sure she looked like her mom but it was different, maybe because she was younger. But no her hair was redder more like fire the dragons used to blow thousands for years ago. Her eyes were such a lovely blue he could look straight through them. She was blushing, he realized he was staring but he couldn't turn her eyes away. She was tall, slender had beautiful cheekbones, she... She was just beautiful more so than his mother he thought. But he heard that's all women have their beauty everything else was a bother. With that thought he movies on to the next.
This younger girl looked like a dirty horse nothing like her older sister. He could tell she took after the Starks looks. She looked at him rudely and he turned away. Rickon the smallest which Joffrey could care less about took the traits of a Tully. He just wanted to retreat to a bed after this long trip. His father went to pay respects to Lyanna his true love he heard despite his mother's refusals. Joffrey followed a maid who led him to chambers where he rested.
Sansa now inside was full of excitement and was swooning "He is even more handsome then they rumored". " I think he looks like a prick" shouted aria. "hey don't talk about the sweet prince like that he is wonderful"! Catelyn was trying to break apart the endless bickering of her daughters. "Girls won't you give it a rest at this rate you'll alarm the whole 7 kingdoms". "But mother she's yelling nasty things about such a wonderful being"' Sansa stated. Catelyn rolled her eyes at her silly children. "They are so different from each other" she chuckled to herself. "Come on now it's time to get ready for the big feast with the royal family tonight" Catelyn said sarcastically enthusiastic.
The dining hall was loud with the loud laughter of men and giggling chatter of women. There was more meat, bread, and wine than one could imagine. Sansa and her siblings were sitting up front with the royal family, well except Jon of course he was the HALF sibling as their mother would always remind them. Sansa kept discreetly snatching glances of Joffrey across the table or so she thought, until he spoke up, "I assume my lady likes what she sees" she blushed deeply and responded "maybe my prince JUST maybe".